Hum – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Behind, underneath yet also intertwined

with softly sounded movement of bees

yet not quite a song, of all that generates

thrives for growth beyond survival music.

 

These background singers of inspired hum

as I branch out toward new sky, consider

a transplant beyond my container

soil in colors my roots have never reached.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

dVerse – Poetic Hum

Photo taken Kauai, Hawaii 2018

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A moment’s gift – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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a time to keep silence near
exhale’s companion

a sound of not needing
to hold on,

open palm invitation

to allow the next
while nestled in cocooned cotton

like snowflakes in your hair
layers of white quiet, an offering

you didn’t have to earn

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

 

Quadrille for d’Verse – Turn, Turn, Turn

 

Pulse

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among fallen plaster of
disrepair, wrinkles of error
some think irredeemable

your locked layers of reasons
defenses built room by room
the unkissable past revealed

you wait for the wrecking ball
Yet I hear a heartbeat not broken
beyond salvage

your pulse sings strong.

© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite) 2019

dVerse – Quadrille

Forgiving Fridays

Photo taken in Venice, Italy

The Architecture of Conversing

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Beside me, your mummers begin
repetition of words to form
a solid, something to hold on to.

As you hammer a picture in sound,
letters arrange in audible order
to hear who you are.

To speak building blocks, stack phrases
scaffold words of steel
structures to withstand tomorrow.

I am silent witness
to the rebuilding of yourself.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

 “The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible ~ without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t have to draw…  Because they are the artists of being alive…  – Donna J. Stone

 

Wade in the river

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Knee deep in, “I can’t believe I said that.”

Toes numbed by the cold reality

while echoed words play inside your head.

Let the current caress errors of grime

wash away the mistaken mud of this day

to return to the raw, tender tingle.

Step out onto the bank of clean sheets

let new beginnings drip from your feet.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

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Forgiving Connects – Forgiving Fridays

Phrases on Fire – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Now I sit inside heated regret
what I wish I would have said

rapid words that flew off my tongue
like butterflies leaving my mouth

beautiful at first sight, fluttering
toward you. With closer inspection

upon landing, were really illegal
firecrackers of burnt red destruction

flames that left you singed speechless
while I coughed on my smoking impulsivity.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018
Rewrite of a poem from 2017

Fire Up Creativity—dVerse Poetics