Long live the poets.

I don’t usually share this type of post but this group really struck my fancy. What an incredible combination of creativity to bring poetry to the world in a new way.  The Haiku Guys + Gals. write personalized haiku poems on typewriters at every type of event imaginable.  Each interaction takes just a minute or two, and culminates with the creation of a custom gift for the event guest to take home or share.  Some people have likened the experience to “a photo booth for the soul.” This is a haiku they wrote for a fellow blogger. It speaks to me and has me thinking about sharing poems in new ways.

your reach is as long
as your imagination
so untie your hands

May poetry touch your day,

Ali

Tough Exterior

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rusted rails, a cage to keep others out

no second chances, a cost too great

alone in the elements, hardened by hurt

 

not the last turn

just a mistaken dead end sign

wonder yourself free, between the bars

look up, before you lies a light of awe

 

to melt your heart free.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Out of this world

Wonder

Trust

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After what seems like

forever darkness

light comes back again

each bud tilts toward warmth

layers fall open with ease

not because they were told, “It is time.”

facing the sun… their hearts knew.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Trust yourself. Your heart knows the way forward.

– Forgiving Fridays on Forgiving Connects

Dream of Love

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Awake in the darkness

with a different kind of knowing.

One of souls connected in an absence of time.

Understanding not limited by words.

A sigh that offers comfort,

only possible from the deep inhale proceeding it.

Melding without becoming one.

A miracle of wholeness from separate beings.

 

© Ali Grimshaw

Valentine’s Day 2016

 

Locked up

 

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Locked up, but not away

cherished in a closed loop.

Desire for the everlasting

secured with full disclosure

of our imperfections. Rusty

raw, real acceptance.

The very charged electrical

zing between our eyes that

speak across the loud crowd

like a room gone silent just for us.

Our eyes say, we are forever.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Photo take in Vernazza, Italy – Beloved

 

Message

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You may have forgotten

I have not.

The strength of your heart

to carry you across the hard times.

It has never left you to swim ashore alone.

It never will.

Believe.

Nurturing Thursday

I hear it.

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among the fallen plaster

disrepair, wrinkles of error

some may think irredeemable

 

not broken beyond salvage

surrendered in thick layers

your heart lies beating.

 

I hear it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

 

 

Heart wide open

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Today I wrote a gift for you

my pen pulled my hand along, (it is braver than I)

it knows how to lay my heart wide open,

like a prairie to the sky

nowhere to hide, expansive and still

miles from adequate for what I wish to give.

© Ali Grimshaw

Originally shared February 2017

 

 

Slightly to the right

One step to the right

not a stretch, just a nudge

shift of weight to the side.

One step away

between worry and wonder

landscape of exhaustion

or possibility.

Not a marathon, nothing to train for,

just one

small

step.

Get your shoes on.

wonder is waiting.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

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Photo credit to Pixabay.com