Topography – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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An inner dissection

sections of her heart

thinly unlayered, to find

the magnificence of awe

that used to be part of her.

Faded peak moments mapped

on her skin. Elevations reached

and fallen from while yearning

changed her topography.

Thoughts of who

she could become, still

a proposed expedition.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

SHADOW ~ PIC AND A WORD CHALLENGE #182

Thanks for keeping the door unlocked

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If you are wondering

doubting,

don’t give up. Stay.

Someone loves the light

only you can be.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

National Poetry Writers Month 2018 – Click to read more poems.

 

 

Love Louder

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Can two words be enough,

make a poem on their own

to shake the passers by awake.

Just a couple, woven into

the fabric of an ordinary day?

Please tell me they can.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Photo of a local high school fence, Oregon

Photo Challenge – Awakening

National Poetry Month

My light is shining

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Thank you Ghost City Review for publishing my poem, The Passing Judgement Of Those Walking By, this month. Ghost City Press is based in Syracuse, NY. Their goal is to provide a platform for the exhibition of work by new and emerging writers and artists in the online literary community. They publish writers who understand the complexities of the world we live in and who reflect this in their work.

We all have poetry inside us. How different the world would be if this were believed.

Make yours a day of wondrous words.

Ali

 

Second Chances

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what must we pay for

our history, a fresh start

seaward in one boat.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

 Na/GloPoWriMo –  April is National/Global Poetry Writers Month 

Haiku Horizons

 

Wisdom of a sunflower

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Her face follows the sun

an anchor of light, trusted to lead while she grew

a warmth of reassurance when her sight was lost

from darkness. A seed born with the knowing

yet unable to realize until the day of blossoming.

She held it all along. Resolve of love, strength to push

through the compacted soil of failure, to stretch

when trampled, to believe in the next dawn

while she remained in the shadow of night.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018 – photo taken on a roadtrip in Spain

“Like sunflowers that stop tracking the sun as they mature, we too begin to respond differently to life as we age. We learn to brave more parts of the day with our heads turned away from the sun, because we realize that we can only know who we are if we let the sun shine behind us and allow it to draw our shadow in front of us, so that we may see how we are really shaped

We begin to realize how even darkness has its gifts, and how even if we don’t always bask in the light, we can survive.” – When Sunflowers Stop Following The Sun

I was inspired to write this poem after reading this thoughtful article.  Never underestimate the power of sharing with careful words.

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National Poetry Month 2018

Don’t believe everything you think.

When you visit the land of your own thinking.

Shocked by what you see

tip toe between the lines of your history

so as not to waken them

these tales from the past

will inquire of your intentions.

 

Take a flashlight

when you visit your thoughts.

It can be eerily dark inside,

a tangle of paths to lose your way.

No one to question doubts

remind you of the courageous act

of responsibility taken just last week.

 

Step with care, lightly

as you lift, poke and dig.

Leave some music playing in the room

to find your way out.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

 

Beginning

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Wrap yourself in the miracle of this sunrise.

Open eyes

Open ears

Open heart

Cry for even one life that is not yet free

unable to see the sun.

 

A stranger arrives at the bus stop.

“How’s your morning going?”

Look into his eyes, instead of away

as he answers.

Ask him if he saw the sunrise.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

What is the cost of waiting?

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© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

“In spite of the flames of tragedy, a poem is a glowing ember, making visible the power of hope, and the human spirit. We must not only read and watch, we are called by the poet to bring the flame back to the ember, to do what we can to help people not only to survive, but to thrive.” – Why Poetry Matters from Huffington Post