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

Let Go

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“I have learned things in the dark that I could never have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again, so that there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as I need light.”  – Barbara Brown Taylor

When the lights went out, she welcomed the dark

warm on her skin like an old friend

as nourishment for her sadness

leaves rustled a serenade to slow her pulse

the refrigerator hummed along

a reminder of the ordinary evenings

breath slowed, the world kept turning and she let go.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

dVerse – Perfect Seven Lines

 

 

End of the Rope – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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The rope winds gently around my waist,
twisted, smoothly strong by years of mistakes,
trying again, doubt and wondering how.

Thick with memories of others who
believed with the strength of solid ground.
Believed that all earthquakes eventually stop shaking.
Believed in soil’s ability to grow what we need next.

The end of this rope was handed to me long ago.
A generous lifeline offered for free
to keep me on the planet.

Now I look down at the rope in my calloused hands,
threads of the millions, an explosion of frayed ends,
their forgivings, endurance,
the woven learnings of my ancestors.

The rope loops back and around me,
over and over,
then off into the distance.

I don’t need to see the end now
to trust it is anchored deeply somehow.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Inspired by William Stafford’s poem “The Way It Is”

dVerse – Final Couplet Prompt

Photo taken in on my last trip, Château de Suscinio in France.

Pep Talk – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Teresa

Show up.
Be your
unique colors.
That’s enough.

Even when you doubt.
Even when you think it won’t work.
Even when you’re scared.

Show up.
That’s enough.

Those that came before
did just that.
Day after day
after day.

Show up.
Stand up.
Speak up.

Stop to listen from your heart.

Breathe.
You are ok.

Now repeat.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo taken in NYC July 2019

dVerse Poets Pub – Lists Challenge

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.

Character

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I hate to tell you this

considering years of embellishment
toward your deceitful, tough guy

unruly reputation,
but I see a small

crack in your story
sliver width, just wide enough

some truth slipped through

No one is listening yet
your secret remains safe

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

dVerse – Quadrille: Take a crack 

 

Leaf Man – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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He brings me one each day

contrasts in shape, varied vibrancy

burnt red to ripe peach, presented

on the kitchen counter until evening

arrives at our window.

 

Held in his palm, our eyes meet

this wrinkled single donation

textured hues, imperfect edges

color story of today to cherish,

a temporary prize between us.

 

Trees give without expecting

something in return. Thankfully,

so does he.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today.

dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night 

 

Deciduous – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

 

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Maybe you’re not late.

Will you trust Mother Earth

with Autumn’s end

even when you don’t feel ready?

Maybe you are right on time

keeping the cycle.

A tree with your own falling leaves.

Maybe your season is happening

just as it should be.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

dVerse Quadrille – Keep

Anticipation of beginning again

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Like spilt milk
later to sour
an immediate response
to cleanse
wasn’t enough.

A whiteness that
blanked out what
we had been
like our love
lost consciousness.

Now after, the hours of it all
we face each other
in anticipation
hold a canvas cleared.

Dip your hand with me
to paint the next.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

dVerse Poets Pub – waiting 

The Call

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Just as she reached for the door
tear stained cheeks accompanied trembling
a last glance back.
Too numb, her sadness departed months ago.

The ringing phone called out to her
a nick of time, just right hesitation
before the unchangeable conclusion
could be undone.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

“Sometime round about the 1580s the phrase in the nick or in the very nick began to be used for the critical moment, the exact instant at which something has to take place. The idea seems to have been that a nick was a narrow and precise marker, so that if something was in the nick it was precisely where it should be.” http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-nic2.htm

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dVerse Poets Pub – quadrille