On and On We Go On and on we go every second, a commitment every breathe, a moment every moment, a feeling every feeling has a heartbeat and the beat goes on and on a soft beat to every step, to and froe and step by step the moments go a quest for answers never stops until our eternal sun drops By Ivor Steven You can find more of Ivor's wonderful poems here, on his blog. I am grateful for Ivor’s permission to share his poem from the writing circle. I continue to meet amazing people across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Interested in joining a writing circle? Join me this Sunday, click here to register or Email met at firstname.lastname@example.org Lens-Artists Challenge #123 – Found in the Neighborhood - I like this photo challenge of finding joy close by. The photo above was taken recently on a walk in Portland, Oregon.
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 only by desire for connection. A step toward those who had no shoes. © Ali Grimshaw 2020
after the sordid day rain recalls the language of music and I go, leaving frenzied voices behind to bed beneath magnetic star spray to see above the thousands while I hear the lake moon moan when can I live life as ripe peach sky? © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Quadrille - Poetical Magnetism I have never liked crossword puzzles but I got a kick out of this magnetic poetry site. What a fun way to play with word use. Check it out here. magnetic poetry
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 a 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?
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge: Outside of Your Home or View – Oregon Coast
absent stood out on the page of my day, like sharp yellow highlighter, a biting bright contrast, to your slight soft smile. Remembering our laughter mixed with warm sunlight smell of blackberries, overripe with the end of this season, some clinging to the vine. © Alicia Grimshaw 2019 As we shift to the next, there is a tension of holding on and letting go. I feel this as I experience goodbyes and new places. Sending love to anyone who is saying farewell and transitioning with this season. Let's welcome in the new colors that arrive with this change.
Somedays we may need to return to the nest lined with words of hope, blanketed by belief in our ability to fly again. Somedays we may need to hold ourselves leaning into curved sides of this small structure built by someone who loved us. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poet's Pub - Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
Painted leaves sing in unison Unlike music, their song is soundless harmony. This orchestra of glow soothes the tempo of an internal pounding from a day of instruments that refused to play the same song. Fall catches you with muted volume a serenade of equilibrium let the blushing colors sing you home. © Alicia Grimshaw (rewrite of 2018 poem)
Whose fault is it? Were you the one who left it undone? Did she really say say it that way or was it just play? Why didn't you leave sooner rather than later? Did it get better? Was he to blame? Should I feel shame? When did it all start mattering so much? Is it ok to touch? What is there to do? Are you wondering too? Where is the starting line now? What are the rules in play? Are you even in the race? Do you want to be? © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poet's Pub - Open Link Night. Come join us here.
Broken shadows across the cracked ground smoke ghosts reside in charred places once nestled home spaces, closed doorways of tomorrow silent squatters drift among dreams to imagine rain, please rain. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poets Pub Challenge NONET – a nine line poem that begins with 9 syllables, descending line by line to 1 syllable. * First line of this poem taken from W.S. Merwin,“To the Light of September”
Stretched openness of summer sky. Time’s width I can't hold in one viewing. I bend to gather this spray of light and still can't see all points arriving through darkness. Each beam it’s own part in the collective we have named starlight. I stand openly as sky falls toward me into my arms assurance that is bigger than this moment. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 With all of the smoke in the sky, the stars are no longer visible. I remember they are there and see them in my dreams. Please send prayers and thoughts of goodness for the many fighting the wildfires in Oregon. Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com