How is it that water
is such an crafted artist?
Consistently she reflects
the whole of light and darkness
blurred grays and
watery wavering waves.
Then offers still contrasts
days of no wind
that stop time for me.
Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam 2019.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
OFMARIAANTONIA – Photography Challenge, Contrast
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
One step to the right
not a stretch, just a nudge
shift of weight to the side.
One step away, between
worry and what if?
Landscape of exhaustion
or a horizon of possibility.
Not a marathon, nothing to train for,
just one
small
step.
Get your shoes on.
wonder is waiting.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
Resharing one the most liked posts from this year.
Sending the light of hope your way.
They called her crazy
an attempt to freeze her with jeers
never understanding
that she chose
to avoid too much comfort.
Empathy would always
be her closest friend
arm in arm, they would
walk in sandals through
November frost.
Warmed by desire
for connection.
A step toward those
who had no shoes.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
if I could hand out
flying with clouds, beyond pain,
relief your eyes seek
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
It is a continual process to unweave
that which is truth from story. I pull
a thread, remove one line, observe how
the fabric changes, notice the new spaces
breathing between essential threads
that remain, a skeleton of existence
until extracting the unneeded
leaves what is left, sparsely resilient
penetrable light of a future once blocked
by memories tightly woven.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
National Relaxation Day
Your judgmental gaze cannot melt
the lines of my mistakes, they have become
collective beauty I hold as my reward for living
unimaginable shapes to fill with crayoned hues
I am my own coloring book
not available for purchase
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
It went around her neck, a symbol smooth of warmth
concise clarity, just enough weight to feel the ground
hold onto when her confidence didn’t show up for work.
It replaced her doubts packaged with strings of anxiety
long ago shipped on away. Her essential purpose
written to last, needed all of the available room.
The chain lay lightly on her chest, polished by her daily reaching.
She was never without it, the promise made for small faces
their eyes questions from a future she would never see.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
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