mindful living

Anticipate

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 13 Comments

 

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My closed eyes wonder

have you been waiting for my call?

Are you one who waits?

One who waits to be

chosen

invited

picked?

Are you one who anticipates hopefully

rocking chair movement, back and forth

not going anywhere

waiting to open your door

find me standing before you?

Are you willing to be the one that shows up

arms wide, inviting in

the unprotected in downpour, ghostly gale,

frosty fear anticipating rejection?

Are you willing to hear the

no?

Are you open to the yes?

Which is more frightening?

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

 

My light is shining

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 24 Comments

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I am again honored to have a poem published by Vita Brevis, The New Poetry Magazine. My poem Rest is up today.  Rest is a constant seeking in our world by so many with weary hearts. If you are feeling frazzled, wired-tired and seeking escape then you are not alone. Take time to connect with another human, sit with quiet, or listen to a poem.

Sending love and support

by way of clouds

that surround us all

with protection.

Ali

Leaf Man

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 12 Comments

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He brings me leaves, one each day
a contrast in shape
varied vibrancy, coral to ripe peach
left on the kitchen counter
until evening arrives at our window.

Held in his palm, this single
donation, color story of today.
Our eyes meet the wrinkles, textured hues, imperfect edges.
Our hands hold a temporary prize between us
a cherishing.

Trees give without expecting
something in return. Thankfully,
so does he.

© Ali Grimshaw 2016

May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today. Happy Thanksgiving.

Distraction

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 11 Comments

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Blurred branches of feeling

the intersection of “Not good enough,”

and “You fell for that again?”

awkward limbs that cross

and cross again in confusion. While inches

of growth reach, stretch toward light.

The turbulent angles discretely covered

by feathered orange deliciousness.

A fancy distraction,

just like my sunglasses and hat

a layer of colors,

the perfect cover up to keep

my crack of failure private.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

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Weather Forecast

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 10 Comments

 

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Light does not fall on us equally.

There are hours of gentle illumination, while some remain in shadow.

Random flashes which leave you for no reason at the front of the line.

Or the end, randomly burned, scorched,

with head shaking disbelief. Tranquil dusk light on leaves.

Other days blinded into paralysis, unable to see a way forward.

 

I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes.

Weatherizing my soul before the next hurricane.

Steadfast, determined in my stance, for a return of the glow

In stillness it will find me.

Sun’s warm hand on my back again.

This too shall pass.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

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Succumb To The Season

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 28 Comments

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Will you?

Fall, drift, yield

hand in hand,

warm kiss of palms,

veins of life intertwined,

before we,

plunge through crispness

to the other side

of golden.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Succumb

Harmony in the Trees

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 11 Comments

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The tree colors sing in unison

settle my rattled soul

unlike any music

ever heard.

This orchestra of leaves

soothes the tempo

that pounds from a

day of instruments

that refused to play

the same song.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

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Learning to Dive

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 16 Comments

 

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One day I finally knew that I could swim

in the blue of the sky.

That I was as strong as I declared myself to be.

That my fears were teachers made just for me.

That there would always be cracks to slip through

times of trembling, shaken awake to fall again.

 

Then I stood next to the lake,

a mirror of blue sky wholeness,

arms wide with acceptance

I, the problem and solution

dove into a

reflection of release.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Take in Varenna, Italy 2016

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