As the clouds roll by…

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National Relaxation Day

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Sunday afternoon meditation in the backyard

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Ok, breathe

ease back in the chair.

Breathe. Ahh. Blue sky in my backyard.

Oh no. Not leaf blower man.

                             I thought he moved.

Breathe. Let it all go. You are free.

See? It stopped. Listen to the birds.

Close your eyes.

Breathe.

                           What? Not again? This is noise pollution!

Slow. Feel your body in this space.

Who invented this *&%$# thing?

                          What ever happened to my silent friend, The Rake?

Breathe. Let it go.

This too shall pass.

 Remember the teacher said find calm within chaos,

Breathe.          I bet he didn’t have leaf blower man

                         nextdoor.

Inhale.

Exhale.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

For the Thursday d’Verse challenge. My first contrapuntal poem. Contrapuntal are poems that intertwine two (or more) separate poems into a single composition.

 

 

 

 

Running Partner

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Rain on our lips

down the path we run.

Through puddles

not around.

 

Mud and moss

wind whipped hair

years of words

between breaths of air.

 

Over roots, between trees

creek waters roll by, unraveling

questions quenched by the miles.

 

Thoughts uttered within the flow

of movement, vulnerability

not possible in stillness.

 

Ali Grimshaw – revision of a poem first shared in 2016

 

Contentment

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She lived in a dented silver trailer

plainly, without shine inside and out.

The window view of sea

filled her need for decoration.

 

Constant rhythm of wave reassurance

ever evolving color of cloud, mist, fog

always filled her with belonging.

 

Passersby with lipfrowning judgement

downcast look of sadness at her dwelling

would never know her truth.

 

She had found her community of paradise

between wind and simplicity.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Silence

 

Dependable

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Upright they stand

(weathered and disregarded)

thinking themselves powerful.

Vulnerable to elements and eyes

yet never losing their dignity.

It is clarity of purpose that

leaves them self assured

while the landscape

is transformed around them.

They will forever remain

side by side, dependable

a community of stone.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Portugal 2017