"I know things. I've seen things. I don't know what you're going through, though. I've held troubles, but they weren't shaped like yours. I've lost, but none of my missing pieces would have filled your gaps. I know some things, not all things." from a poem called, the knowing by Ra Avis Circling back coming round sliding through this Autumn arc I greet myself a younger version of complex cells she is just a beginning a growing lightness wrapped in doubt © Ali Grimshaw 2022 Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Alone Come join us for a creative boost. HERE Photo of God's Thumb Hike, Oregon Coast Click HERE for information
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No Explanation Needed
“A practice of gratitude is not about dismissing sadness, anger, fear, or confusion. Rather, it offers us the opportunity to see that we often experience multiple feelings at once; to welcome joy into the same places where we hold grief; to turn our attention to what is quietly growing and breathing day by day, which, to our possible surprise, includes ourselves.” – Kristin Lin, Editor, The On Being Project
No Explanation Needed
You don’t have to explain
how you know where to go or when
stillness brings discomfort.
You don’t have to explain
why sorrow comes and goes
tears visiting your eyes again.
You don’t have to explain
when it happened for the first time
why you feel a mountain sits upon you.
You don’t even have to explain
why it matters so much.
I never need more than just you
Just sit down
next to me, the weight
of your shoulder touching mine
© Alicia Grimshaw 2020
Photo take in Lisbon, a trip with my sweetheart.
unpuzzling the enemy
hate screams black in fear, with intent
to turn listener to stone or distraction
what you think is the opposition
dressed in defenses worn comfortably
is only, just another
scared, eyes-wide and searching
no different than the face in
your bathroom mirror each morning
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
Quadrille #61 – dVerse Poets Pub
Not for purchase
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
A benevolent view
what you had always assumed
to be solid, now soggy sadness
water warped windows with
a view misguided, bended
memories altered the truth
will you forgive yourself
for all that was unseen before?
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
Backyard Haiku
Celebrate Summer.
Don’t wait.
Be present to it’s taste.
Invisible Weight
Your bones scream to rest
an anvil on your chest
no dawn comes lightly.
Invite the monster to sit with you
it gains ugliness with denial
put your arm around that which
you don’t want to hold.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2018
“When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as survivors. Survivors who don’t get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it.” – Jenny Lawson’s book Furiously Happy
Tug of War
According to her internal judge
she was never up to par,
even when crossing the finish line first
accomplishment slid off her skin. Always
gripping, holding on for acceptance.
Yet perplexed separation pained her days.
She wanted belonging
and never wanted to fit in
knew it would change her.
A part broken off to float away irretrievable.
No one else stayed after class to console the bullied teacher.
It never occurred to her not to.
She saw those faces on the fringe,
secretly knowing she was an outlier as well.
She let go of the kinship rope
not to lose herself.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Always Available 24/7
Never preoccupied by screens screaming
unknown friends, nor business buzzing heads.
Mine sit in wait, pocket ready, stacked bedside,
cursive faded on the bathroom mirror. Ever-ready
to ask courageous questions, reassuring palms
warmly press down on my shoulders. They lead
remind from behind, cocoon me from nightmare bombs
and disappearing green, when my inside raisins.
Trustworthy friends of ink, folded and unfolded
because the need is so great.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
This poem was inspired by the following quote from John Adams. “You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.”
Ars Poetica – d’Verse
National Poetry Month – Fall in love with a poet.
Photo by Pixabay free images.
Dream of Love
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