"Without poetry, we lose our way." - Joy Harjo the future of my day is coming from where yours has already taken a seat while I wake, you are closing the book to rest your head in a country covered by stars Here on this pondering path of forest synchronized with the slow passing of light this fern comnunity reaches toward many more than any one person can see and one of them is me a gathering of condolences for this time of separation, green fronds reach to surround me in a forest embrace our fiddlehead hearts, together while apart your voice sits with me, uncurling I am moss damp with missing you © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join a welcome community of poets at dVerse for Open Link Night - HERE 30 Ways to Celebrate the 25th Annual National Poetry Month Day 3 of National Poetry & Global Poetry Writing Month
Your separation started with a small knot, then the winding began. Strings of storybooks, twined through nights and days of countless fresh starts, repeating circles. The looping of stories wound through our shared days. Up and down on the life school rollercoaster, back when I used to hold your hand. Our faces in the wind a side by side scream of surprise moments you reached out, adding to yourself adding another layer of becoming. While some saw mangled routes and loose ends I envied your brave expanding, overlapping leaps of curiosity to solidify your center. Now you roll down new streets with layers of perseverance over boyish charm a masterpiece touching lives I will never meet. I hope you never stop winding over that small knot, tied while I watched. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 This poem is dedicated to my two amazing sons. I am grateful to be your mother. dVerse Open Link Night - Join a welcoming community of poets HERE.
What if I wrote what could not be spoken of words of depth, concise sentences of discomfort and truth, looped them together with my hand a signatured message unique, like my voice. Left on your desk, enclosed by the folded paper, to find tomorrow or in a haste of reorganizing, leaving you to wonder when it arrived. Would you recognize the writing or disregard then discard it as scrap, all while maintaining focus on achievements of a workplace that doesn't have time for cursive communication? ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night #288 - Join us.
“Poetry offers the world something that’s small enough to carry close to your heart, and big enough to carry all of the ordinary things that can be encompassed in any one day.” — Pádraig Ó Tuama
Purgation shame sweeping disinfecting disappointment vacuuming deeply the corners of deliberately lost memories I open one eye, hesitant to take a look then squint until rooted in my intention It's possible there is no monster of madness in the closed cupboard of the past just dust bunnies multiplying and the purgation continues. ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night - Join a welcoming community of poets HERE.
I was that edge, frame frayed threads separated whillynilly curving off in various directions nibbed and frazzle fuzzed leading to unraveled times with scissors, I cut loose ends to regain control or at least create an appearance of smooth evenness but it was not an honest look just a pretending of edged calm © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us for dVerse Open Link Night HERE
a slight alteration not a full smile where teeth reveal themselves just a curled corner of lips lift your cheek rising upward winking your eye those unfamiliar to your face wouldn't notice the half-smirk so quickly retreating behind the coffee mug but I saw it as real as sunrise and I don't need more to know you felt joy today © Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night - Come join the fun.
“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet / confinement of your aloneness / to learn / anything or anyone / that does not bring you alive / is too small for you.” – David Whyte
tug and pull, I must
still it doesn’t fit anymore
not after this year
hundreds of breaths have past
in between arrivals and goodbyes
and I am changed
now I have new thoughts
I pull on like the wool sweater
you used to wear on your
most difficult of days.
Thoughts that have rooted
myself to you
intertwined with the me
I have yet to meet.
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Happy New Year!
Wishing you deep full breaths of peace.
Remembering I have celebrated while wind rocked our cliffside camper with ocean views and barking sea lions. Grandma's patient smile as we played cards in the warm, small inside. I have roasted turkey while feeling cooked in a silver Tallahassee trailer where there was no cool breeze to invite through the windows sweating through my doubts hour by hour. I have welcomed friends, folks, and yet to know arrivals to my table that was extended, folding out into the living room mismatched plates, chairs, and napkins set with open invitation because all, meant all being in one circle of faces. I have driven from afar to a crisp outside Autumn feast appetizers of touch football complete with commentary by the elder generation, and orange-warm grins around a fire pit concluding with pie topped with fishing stories where we laughed until we cried. This day is never the same I am grateful for this, non-tradition. That my expectations are not there to choke out the one constant, the Thanksgiving that I continue to hold memories of love that never fail to show up on this day. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Open Link - Come share a poem and read others from this welcoming community of writers.
In the fog of conflict blinded numbness we look to the leaders to steer, peel back disagreement from the windshield. We wait with held breath for a directive to follow while voices clash, a radio screech between stations unwilling to tune in to clarity. We hope for a brilliant leader to put on a pedestal of responsibility, like the GPS we depend on to find our way the one who will hold the key to making it all go away. Let's reach into our own pockets. What if the driver we seek is us? Not singular but each, all together. The many unified. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Let’s give thanks for poll workers, Stacey Abrams, fact-checkers — and the weather Thank you to every single person who helped to provide others with the opportunity to vote in our recent election. Together we can, yes we can, keep democracy alive. Thank you Joe Biden. dVerse Open Link Night - Join in the reading and sharing of poetry with a welcoming community.