Yours in mine – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Can we just hold hands,
stop the world
and just hold hands?
Yours in mine.
Hers in hers.
His in theirs.
Fingers intwined
bridge across
to touch.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

One Word Sunday – Hands

Liberation – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Within this cold capsule
unable to expand, frozen
limbs ache with limitations
of tight thoughts.

let thaw my mind
melting madness, tips to toes
until I sting with vitality
of circulation returning.

unwilling to still my spirit
any longer, wind brings
deliverance of movement.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

December Quadrille – dVerse

who am i – poem from whisperthatecho

What is love to me.
What is love?
What am i to love.
What am i?

Who are you to me.
Who are you?
Who are we to them.
Who are we?

Where are we to Mars.
Where are we?
Where am i to you.
Where am i?

What is love to me.
What is love?
Who am i to love.
Who am i?

I don’t often share poems from other blog sites but this one speaks so clearly to me of the simple power of love. Soak it in. who am i, from the blog Whisperthatecho

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 

 

Traveler – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

 

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she wished to glue

leaves of color back onto the limbs

unprepared for season’s shift

then her dormant suitcase looked up

with eyes of grace, a reminder

of past orbits around the sun.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Tomorrow – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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We can not walk

without placing our

feet upon a past life.

Leaves layered, give

way to decay

to nourish the next.

What ground can I

cultivate with shelter

for those neglected seeds

that are tomorrow’s hope?

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019