I'll miss you, he said. 3 words that land large within me. I let them soak inward pausing, to embrace this moment. I'll miss you, he said. Within these words I hear. I noticed you while you were here. I have felt your presence. You mattered, a space will be left here after you have gone. I'll miss you, he said. How wonderful to be able to hear these words, words I didn't know how to hear before tears on my smiling face. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Photo taken on my journey to France, 2019. Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link NIght HERE.
Purposeful Pause – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
when will the subtle silent, shadows of sureity be noticed in your day will your eyes always be drawn away suduced into following flash floresent the orange-red of fake fire immediate over postponed desire will you try on the bluegreen lined in lime a cool energy alternative worthy of afternoon considerations oh, I understand more than you know this would require stopping and you don't have time for that © Ali Grimshaw 2023 dVerse Open Link Join a friendly group of poets HERE
Morning Forecast – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
The wordclouds hover above to make a shadow on my morning. Looking up I wonder, how am I to decipher which are fact or which are fiction? Layered marks of truth and dare like a novel netted weather pattern and I am no meterologist, just someone looking for a small clearing in the sky. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
Revisiting Beliefs- Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Your belief in aloneness is your greatest mistake. You were born into the hands of the world, for us to sing you through. Mountains to call you upward rivers to bring forth and release. For what you are made of, I am made of elements of rock, sky and sea. Your error is not that you are broken It is that you have yet to see your wholeness. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
City Dweller – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“You are comprised of 84 minerals, 23 Elements, and 8 gallons of water spread across 38 trillion cells. You have been built up from nothing by the spare parts of the Earth you have consumed, according to a set of instructions hidden in a double helix and small enough to be carried by a sperm. You are recycled butterflies, plants, rocks, streams, firewood, wolf fur, and shark teeth, broken down to their smallest parts and rebuilt into our planet’s most complex living thing.
You are not living on Earth. You are Earth.”
— Aubrey Marcus
My heart has felt the isolation of cold times walls that didn't allow visitors to enter. if I had grown up in the forest sung to by the wind in the trees watched the birds flit, feed and gather in song if I had slept by the rushing river soothed by it magical movement of freedom to flow over and between if I had foraged with the bears following their lead to thread through undergrowth to find my fill would I have ever met loneliness? Does separation exist for forest dwellers moss to mouse tree to tribe river to racoon webbed connections none to separate? © Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets for dVerse Open Link Night #327 - HERE
Beckoning – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
turning the page tilts my story's full, first half daybreak spills, spreading past pages highlighted scribbled, dog-eared moldable mornings of my middle life a return route mapped for when memory fades my shadow lengthens I am far past sunrise now imagination holds the pen ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse for Quadrille #158 Morning Has Broken -HERE
Taking Flight – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Transitions are in the air... some are leaving the nest for flight. As you join the others a new word grows inside me, a tight bundled joypain sits within my chest cracking open to release the scent of baby powered damp hair for the many practiced days have passed the next migration is a solo flight. Your sturdy shoulders of readiness experimental charm accompanied with grin will be a gift many will appreciate. Your graduation to come is a forced exhale and I breathe in the flight to come. Shake off the illusion, you were never really mine from the start. You have always belonged to to the world. I was always ever the warm nest from which you would someday fly. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community for Open Link Night at dVerse. HERE Dedicated to all parents of graduates. Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.
Sipping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
she didn't need to know how to pronounce the name of what grew before her delicately vivid she didn't need to understand how it pollinated or the temperatures it withstood last winter she didn't need to know why it arrived who brought it from afar or how it survived her eyes saw the magenta magnificence drank in the sweet joy of bloom in a cup tasted the miniture petals an elixer of revival ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a friendly community of poets for Open Link Night at dVerse Poet's Pub HERE
Welcome – Poem By Ali Grimshaw
I stumbled upon this tree and she had much to share "I'm twisted and far from upright but that won't stop me from blue sky mornings, feeling the sun warm each layer of my thick skin muffling me from the critics of all things that don't look quite straight. Let the rain drip down your skin. What? You say you haven't stood naked in the rain? You haven't lived until you've felt singular drops land cool one, then another to awaken aliveness once lost to you. Stick with me kid. There's no reason to return to the city. Let me see your Tree Pose. Beautiful! Welcome to the grove." ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 For day 13 of Na/GloPoWriMo. Everything is going to be amazing. Join us for dVerse Poets' Pub Open LInk Night - HERE Photo taken in the desert outside of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. What a magical experience to meet this grandmother tree.
Just in case – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
like crumbs of encouragement
like holding a shaking hand
there to catch you
©Ali Grimshaw 2022
None of us knows what tomorrow will bring.
Yet, I do know that I can choose love and I will.
dVerse – Open Link Night #311