Round and Round



Jump,            leap,                crawl and claw

there is a world outside

the hamster wheel.

You can step off,    drop chains of thought

fall into peace.

Your forgotten power,       remains inside,

no superhero costume


Only willingness,   rejection of old pattern,

refusal of squeaky wheel,

one step,                                         to the side.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Rounded  Barcelona 2017


Weather Forecast




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








Succumb To The Season


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


A Mindful Vacation

I am resharing this poem today in honor of National Relaxation Day. One long slow breath. Try it out.

flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw

Between each breath
one, maybe two seconds at most,
a tiny space of nothingness.
My passport can’t get me there.
Driving faster, running harder,
multitasking while eating lunch
working later, doing more…
no closer to my destination.

“Where would you like to travel to?” they ask.

someplace between
and exhale.

© Ali Grimshaw

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My eyes upon

what my body can do

in this now.


Gratitude for fingers that write.

Legs that walk me into the world.

A hand that can hold yours.

This migrating temple I possess.


A shell washed clean on sand

Your lips brushed across mine.

The aliveness that quickens.


Awe to wake up again.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017




Random thoughts collect in her hair.

Ideas shed by passers by

printed in fonts, large and small

nestled in her curls.

Within the crowd ideas conflict

like a crash of cymbals.

She swallows them all

continues to shift the molecules

search for a new formula

that makes sense.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017


It was everywhere…

In the air,

on the surface of leaves.

Streaming down the street

into potholes.

It was in the exhale

of runners on the road.

It was like the mist, gentle yet


She wondered why

some still

could not see it.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017






Each Morning



“The best poetry has a magical quality—a sense of being more than the sum of its parts—and even when it’s impossible to articulate this sense, this something more, the power of the poem is left undiminished.” – How to Read a Poem from

Happy National Poetry Month 2017

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Solitude of the heart

In the solitude of these chambers

my heart remembers how to breathe.

Cool air pulled in, an inflation of freedom

expansion completed. To rise and fall,

again, again, again…

My internal rhythm,

muscles in unison,

ceaselessly at work,

to fill me from toes to earlobes,

without my acknowledgement

or praise.

An intake of peaceful,

taken for granted,

to keep this heart beating

another day.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Celebrate #Loveuary with the blog But I Smile Anyway

Photo Challenge – Solitude

365 pages

Out of an infinite number of stories ending this year

how lucky am I to continue mine.

To understand, as I didn’t before

how to see the next blank page

author what is left.

To smear the words by numbing

or battle to awaken the next chapter,

an internal fight rekindled by rewrites.

Still awed by the power of dusk to soften the view

I choose to attend this party called life.

Many minutes are not guaranteed.

I savor this very one.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Each year I celebrate the gift of getting to live another year by writing a birthday  poem. This is my poem for 2016. I don’t have the words to clearly express the layers of learning, global connection and inspiration I found by jumping into the world of blogging this year. Thank you to WordPress for making it possible and to the many, many kind bloggers who offered support. I am honored to have a poem chosen by the Drabble as one of the top ten editor’s picks for the year. Ten of our favorite Drabbles of 2016.  I hope this inspires you to share your voice in 2017.

Discover Challenge – Retrospective