One breath – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

October 15, 2020October 2, 2022 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 27 Comments

I want to launch into the air a thousand words of love. Handwritten and in every font, (even the unpopular ones) lines and curves that will rise and carry us forward upon touch, and to accompany these words, send the sounds that bring us alive, like birdsong, a child’s laugh or footsteps echoing toward home. Release them as a million messages to freely be carried by the breezes that reach us all, to land on building tops and crosswalks, to fall in the teacups of the grieving, in the tangled hair of skipping children, to settle on weary parkbench sleepers, cling to the yet delivered news traveling with the sunlight to the next continent, let the words land on the bare hands of the parched and weary like raindrops on the skin of those that need it most.

I pause here to take a breath and now realize you are still listening. How generous of you.

What do you want to launch into today?

I’m listening.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

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Sandals in November – A poem by Ali Grimshaw

November 18, 2018October 15, 2019 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 37 Comments

They called her crazy
an attempt to freeze her with jeers
never understanding
that she chose
to avoid too much comfort.

Empathy would always
be her closest friend
arm in arm, they would
walk in sandals through
November frost.

Warmed by desire
for connection.
A step toward those
who had no shoes.

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Dona Nobis Pacem – A poem by Ali Grimshaw

November 3, 2018November 3, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 30 Comments

Through the fearful thoughts, clashed conflict
of what might be, we always have a choice

to speak love, listen behind and underneath
the words of others for the common thread

that we hold. A line of connection
alive with the many lives that have held it.

Feel the yank of one who is pulled away
the space empty, thread loosely lost to hang
without warm hands to hold it.

Hands that may be the only ones
to keep us unraveling.

If it wasn’t for blogging I know I wouldn’t stop to write poems and writing them gives me the life I want to live. So, thank you fellow bloggers for the opportunity to reflect and connect across the oceans and to speak for peace today. We can change the world one conversation at a time. The world needs each one of us. Please keep your light on.

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If Poets Ruled The World

September 22, 2018December 7, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 28 Comments

If you brought poetry to your exhale

how would you breathe?

If you brought poetry to your cooking

how would it taste?

If you brought poetry to your singing

how would it sound?

If we brought poetry to the conversation

what would we hear?

Would we notice the moan of wind outside our arguments

that the water from the pipes is at a trickle, our absent neighbors

don’t stand in the front yard anymore, weeds thrive

overtaking the edible garden, while last year’s birdhouse

remains empty? A muffled fear

like cotton balls in our ears.

If I lived poetry

could I see the heart

underneath your skin?

“Poetry, whether the writing itself is explicitly political or not, always seeks a better way to respond, to think, to live.” – E. Ce Miller, writer, journalist

Sharing this great quote from Moorezart

Unravel an opening

September 3, 2018September 21, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 48 Comments

It is a continual process to unweave
that which is truth from story. I pull

a thread, remove one line, observe how
the fabric changes, notice the new spaces

breathing between essential threads
that remain, a skeleton of existence

until extracting the unneeded
leaves what is left, sparsely resilient

penetrable light of a future once blocked
by memories tightly woven.

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Disgarded

August 5, 2018August 6, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 17 Comments

many dismissed, their

misplaced judge undervalues

beauty of the worn

unpuzzling the enemy

July 31, 2018July 31, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 10 Comments

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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

Quadrille #61 – dVerse Poets Pub

The Gift of Chaos

Quote ~ July 21, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 11 Comments

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With all that is currently happening in the U.S. and the world, I feel the need to reshare this poem, Visiting With Chaos.There is an opportunity in the messiness of life. Will we choose to be loving learners or give up to fear?

Thank you to Vita Brevis, The Modern Poetry Magazine for publishing my poem. Click on the link to read it. – Visiting With Chaos

Sending love and a reminder that you are not alone.

Ali