What has yet to Appear – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

We are balancing between the blocks of our days large and small. Squares filled with the demands of our days and squares now left open. Boxes where plans once sat in happy company with future anticipation. Now canceled without pattern. Just scattered openings in the grid. Emptiness at first look, then disbelief. As we walk farther down the street, grief standing next to disappointment. Finally we turn the corner and see a tiny new patio garden. Someone is intent on growing beauty from strong willed, concrete pots. The first sprouts are just reaching free.

Determined seeds rise

there is always a crack, wide

enough for thriving

Lisbon, Portugal

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What Matters Most

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Now I set the matching shoe with its mate, 
purposeful in their reuniting, instead of 
nonchalantly tossing it into possible aloneness.
Companions that move together, like light with the gray,
or salt with pepper passed at the table.

Now I replace the broken shovel after proper disposal
the two parts together again in the garbage can
instead of repairing what isn’t strong enough for future leverage
to be ready for the next digging, removal and refilling
there are always new holes to prepare for.

Now I am finally holding your note of thanks
puzzling through misspelled words, I touch
the indented sentences where pencil leaned on paper.

I am wishing your pencil would have been sharper
noticing how dullness doesn’t serve either of us,
what opening to the unexpected can bring.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night – Share your poem and explore the poetry of others.

“Please don’t recoil from the bright light beaming through the window. I know it hurts your eyes. It hurts mine, too. But the curtain is wide open. What the crisis has given us is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see ourselves and our country in the plainest of views. At no other time, ever in our lives, have we gotten the opportunity to see what would happen if the world simply stopped. ” – Julio Vincent Gambuto

Faith in Seeds – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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I live as gardener
to your dreams yet to come

listening for the tender seeds
sprouted new or just planted warm

reminding you not to step on
fragile seedlings behind your feet

kneeling to show you their worth
weeding away your anxiety

clearing the way so you can see
small beginnings still there

offering gentle reminders
to look for new tips breaking ground
and compare them to last week’s arrivals

assisting with watering
during these times of drought
while waiting for blossoms together

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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FREE VERSE REVOLUTION Prompt #5 Saplings

No Explanation Needed

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“A practice of gratitude is not about dismissing sadness, anger, fear, or confusion. Rather, it offers us the opportunity to see that we often experience multiple feelings at once; to welcome joy into the same places where we hold grief; to turn our attention to what is quietly growing and breathing day by day, which, to our possible surprise, includes ourselves.” – Kristin Lin, Editor, The On Being Project

No Explanation Needed

You don’t have to explain
how you know where to go or when

stillness brings discomfort.

You don’t have to explain
why sorrow comes and goes

tears visiting your eyes again.

You don’t have to explain
when it happened for the first time

why you feel a mountain sits upon you.

You don’t even have to explain
why it matters so much.

I never need more than just you

Just sit down
next to me, the weight
of your shoulder touching mine

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo take in Lisbon, a trip with my sweetheart.

Finding Poems

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The Jade Mountain listens

Voices in the air remind me

What’s worth knowing

 

First things first,

loving what is

blue shoes and happiness

images of the other

in the carousel of life

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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dVerse Poets Pub Challenge – Finding Poems in Bookshelves

Temporary – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Your phrases landed
on the floor between us.
I didn’t know how to catch them.

Your breathless words carried
a story of near miss.
One collection of minutes
that almost
restructured my life.

Like flower petals
blown away by the wind
altering forever

their attachment
to the stem.

Never again to unite in bloom’s beauty.

A reminder of
the impermanence of us.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020 (Rewrite of a poem shared in 2017)

dVerse prompt – Poetics: Impermanence

Coddiwomple – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Even without
a roadmap
I can follow
the song
of my
heart’s direction.
Sing along
while keen
to its increase.
Turning
in time
so as not to
lose the melody.
Ears intent on
wholeness of being
following
fulfilling
fondly
easing my ache
of confusion.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Coddiwomple (v.) Origin: English Slang Word.Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille “Fill”

Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam, October 2019.

your tomorrows

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as you climb into the driver’s seat of 2020

what will you unhitch, leave behind
no longer pull the weight of?

will you remove your hat, let your hair freely flow
release control for what stays

or goes out the windows

to fly outside and down the road like confetti
jumbled stories of your past caught in roadside trees

will you make a u turn at the fork in the road
or pull over to share your empty passenger seat?

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Open Link Night

I found this poem, A House Called Tomorrow, to be an inspiration for the new year. May it inspire you to stand up for what you believe and take action to give what only you can give.

A House Called Tomorrow

You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—
You are a hundred wild centuries

And fifteen, bringing with you
In every breath and in every step

Everyone who has come before you,
All the yous that you have been,

The mothers of your mother,
The fathers of your father.

If someone in your family tree was trouble,
A hundred were not:

The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are.

We simply would not be here
If that were so.

You are made, fundamentally, from the good.
With this knowledge, you never march alone.

You are the breaking news of the century.
You are the good who has come forward

Through it all, even if so many days
Feel otherwise.  But think:

When you as a child learned to speak,
It’s not that you didn’t know words—

It’s that, from the centuries, you knew so many,
And it’s hard to choose the words that will be your own.

From those centuries we human beings bring with us
The simple solutions and songs,

The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies
All in service to a simple idea:

That we can make a house called tomorrow.
What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,

Is ourselves.  And that’s all we need
To start.  That’s everything we require to keep going.

Look back only for as long as you must,
Then go forward into the history you will make.

Be good, then better.  Write books.  Cure disease.
Make us proud.  Make yourself proud.

And those who came before you?  When you hear thunder,
Hear it as their applause.

 By Alberto Ríos

For more information about Alberto Ríos click here Poets.org

 

flashlight batteries 2019

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As we connect across the globe, I am wondering what we are seeking to lift us as we evolve? There have been countless voices that have kept me going through tough days. Poems from past and present. I am grateful for each brave voice around the world that doesn’t give up. Each of us has a voice that matters. Now I am wondering how to use mine. I started this blog as an act of giving, of reaching out to others who may feel alone.

Thinking about the power of poetry made me curious as to which poems showed up with the most views this year on flashlight batteries. Here are the top three. All of these poems speak of love, hope and a need to  believe in ourselves. I am wondering if this says anything about what people are looking for or needing to hear to move forward. What words of encouragement are you looking for in 2020?

Theory of the Undaunted

hold spontaneity in one hand
hold courage in the other

after hesitation kisses you goodbye
jump into your future

let possibility
fully fill your lungs

float untethered, without
holding your breath

until the shore
disrobes the fog

then swim with the passion
of another year
you never thought
you would have.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

Deciduous

Pulse

I promise to keep shining my light even when I am in doubt.

Will you keep shining yours?

Happy New Year and thanks for your many inspiring responses in 2019.

Ali

 

32 Degrees – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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The quiet between us
like floating icebergs
frostbit tongues in stillness.

Is it that we have forgotten what to say
misplaced our formula to speak,
a habitual slow retreat to safety?

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

I am uncertain how to start the
defrost cycle.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

First shared on The Drabble