d’verse
Traveler
Your silhouetted resilience
of an almost ageless traveler
with kid’s eyes of curious.
Ready for all that is,
wildly wondrous.
Unwilling to miss a viewpoint
be it window wide
or mountaintop.
Fractured city lights illuminate
all the bold and beloved
I see in you.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
dVerse Quadrille #96 Wild
Dedicated to my adventurous life partner, Adam.
Smoke Signals
I woke to the burning,
smoked letters across wide sky
that only we could decode.
The weight of getting it right,
to know their secrets, before pierced sunlight
deemed them unreadable.
I, just one of many, leaders as mountains
whose waters are running dry.
Heads bare, exposed to weather’s ruling.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
Dusk
Quiveringly quiet,
with anticipation of freedom,
framed by the sturdily built doorway,
she waits to greet dusk,
smelling the wind of tomorrow coming.
Once outside, she will never wear
that heavy cloak of blame again.
Even her shadow will no longer
be the same.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2019
dVerse quadrille – Quiver
Departure – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
At the seasonal station
the train of life only pauses
departure depends on your duration
illusion of control blankets nature’s causes.
Days to nights shift and the engineer steers
hibernating bunks of linked sleepers softly
breathe away their past selves
rhythm of the planet moves through the years.
Travelers lulled to comforted right
cycle of no endings, wheels freely spin
balance tipped toward the night
untouchable by human error, solstice arrives again.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
Unwind – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Think in reverse
months tip, like dominos
to revisit that summer day.
Longing for this cleansing pool,
an offering of chilled calmness
encircled by stone.
Here I joined the river
of slow movement
strumming my heartstrings
plucking the notes ever slower
pulse dissolving
until I was
just being
water.
© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite)
d’Verse (OLN)
Conclusion
When something ends
the road behind washed away
the tightrope cut
the plane in flight
before forward lights have appeared
illuminating the next.
When something ends
what is the point in cramming your feet
into the shoes of the past?
Unless you want to walk in pain.
When something ends
after the sobbing,
and grief has dried up.
That’s when you know,
that’s when you finally know
the word
precious
for the first time.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
