Unexpected

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Life emerged from one egg
unexpected, now expecting

broken hearted or leap into life shared
anything in exchange for relief

from this current mind cloud
and a diagram to life’s answers.

Hold my hand and then
we will both know

a chance together forward.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

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Contentment – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Home was a dented silver trailer
simply, without shine inside and out.

The window view of the sea
its evolving colors of cloud and fog
filled her need for decoration.

A square sky painting above the sink
included her in its masterpiece
filled her with belonging

and a soundtrack of constant rhythm
wave reassurance, murmurs of the earth.

Passersby with lipfrowning judgement
downcast looks of pity at her dwelling
would never know her contentment.

She had found her community
between wind and simplicity.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019 (Rewrite)

Begin again

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now, before you change your mind

and doubt blankets you with too comfortable

while familiar climbs onto your lap, warmly weighty

and resignation joins in to pull courage from the room

before you are left alone on the cold couch

deserted by dreams of sitting under

a green tree of sunlight.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

 

Slightly to the right – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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One step to the right

not a stretch, just a nudge

shift of weight to the side.

One step away, between

worry and what if?

Landscape of exhaustion

or a horizon of possibility.

Not a marathon, nothing to train for,

just one

small

step.

Get your shoes on.

wonder is waiting.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

 

Resharing one the most liked posts from this year.

Sending the light of hope your way.

 

My light is shining

 

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Thank you to Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine for publishing my poem,

What the Grieving Seek, this month. It is an honor to have my words shared on this poetry journal. Vita Brevis (life is short) aims to publish work that shows a keen awareness of not only art’s beauty and longevity but life’s toils and finiteness.

Please click on the above link to give my poem a visit.

May poetry touch your day.

Ali

 

Sandals in November – A poem by Ali Grimshaw

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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.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

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