Trust

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After what seems like

forever darkness

light comes back again

each bud tilts toward warmth

layers fall open with ease

not because they were told, “It is time.”

facing the sun… their hearts knew.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Trust yourself. Your heart knows the way forward.

– Forgiving Fridays on Forgiving Connects

Unwind

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Thinking in reverse

months tip, like dominos

to revisit that summer day.

Longing for this cleansing pool,

offering of chilled calmness

encircled by stone, here I joined

the river of slow movement,

pulling at my rapid pulse.

Plucking the notes ever slower.

Heartbeat dissolving

until I was

just being

water.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

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

 

Cherish the light

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When the crack widens

to an unknown view.

Fear seeks this space

between rough edges

quickly slides in

expanding like a balloon

a barricade of shadow to

seal the sides solid.

Yet seekers of light

will never be blinded

by such tricks of perspective.

When eyes look with love

illumination is present and

forgiveness sets another place

at the table.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Dedicated to the shortest day of the year, the miraculous world we live in and all of those who make the world a better place by giving their light.

Miraculous

Forgiving Fridays 

Winter solstice in the Northern Hemisphere was at 8:28 AM today.

 

 

Anticipate

 

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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

 

 

 

 

Lull

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Leaves play tag in the breeze

as cars chase green lights.

I am the only stillness

in the city this hour.

 

Living without permission

no need to ask, “Am I allowed?”

The leaves don’t ask to dance

down the sidewalk.

 

I grant myself this moment

this sunlight soak before

winter darkness.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Temporary

 

 

 

 

 

Round and Round

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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

necessary.

Only willingness,   rejection of old pattern,

refusal of squeaky wheel,

one step,                                         to the side.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Rounded  Barcelona 2017

Weather Forecast

 

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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

Glow

 

 

 

 

 

 

Succumb To The Season

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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