I was that edge, frame frayed threads separated whillynilly curving off in various directions nibbed and frazzle fuzzed leading to unraveled times with scissors, I cut loose ends to regain control or at least create an appearance of smooth evenness but it was not an honest look just a pretending of edged calm © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us for dVerse Open Link Night HERE
How we name ourselves keeps us separate, collected or behind fences. What if we lost all labels to the wind? Started over with a single hello. Here is a new and rare being a species my brain cannot categorize outside of any box, never encountered right before my own human eyes. How wonder would fill me with the awe of you. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse - Poetics:Connections A wonderful community of writers reside on dVerse Poets Pub. Come join in the fun. Photo of mural taken in Auray, France. 2019
Palms upward as hands face sky open spaces between fingers relaxing into what has been a time of gentle and harsh scrubbing of the heart. Every inch of skin Brillo pad raw. An exfoliation of what has been. My fists, no longer clenched in tight survival, trust in slow unfurling. Pain tingling as blood returns to fingertips. Learning feet reground my trunk to an upright position, toes rooted past sand into bedrock. Freeing now agile hands to sift through the helpful lessons caught in my soft palms as promises while unneeded thoughts fall through finger spaces to join other decomposing conversations of days when I didn't know listening. Composting the no longer serviceable into nutrients for the new words to come. © Ali Grimshaw 2021
“Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet / confinement of your aloneness / to learn / anything or anyone / that does not bring you alive / is too small for you.” – David Whyte
tug and pull, I must
still it doesn’t fit anymore
not after this year
hundreds of breaths have past
in between arrivals and goodbyes
and I am changed
now I have new thoughts
I pull on like the wool sweater
you used to wear on your
most difficult of days.
Thoughts that have rooted
myself to you
intertwined with the me
I have yet to meet.
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Wishing you deep full breaths of peace.
As we stand together the ocean’s roar a comfort lullaby of constant. You squeeze my hand. I echo the motion in return. Reliable rolling waves, we count on when the world is crashing. © Ali Grimshaw 2017
When the crack widens to an unknown view fear can squeeze in between rough edges of darkness quickly sliding in to expand like a balloon a barricade of shadow to seal the entrance. Yet seekers of light will never be dismayed by tricks of perspective their wisdom of the season's shifting songs sing them forward. With eyes of love illumination is present for all allowing forgiveness to set another place at the table where lanterns burn long into the night. © Ali Grimshaw 2020
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night – Gibran
when your words unchanged return, are heard when your song, echoed notes of hue, comes back to you when belonging becomes your word a melting occurs, gray absorbed by blue watercoloring you into the canvas of all becoming whole, no longer fearing the fall Then all the colors of you are revealed poured forth onto the listening canvas of this moment. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Join the dVerse Poetry Community for Tuesday Poetics
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 Weather Forecast was first published on Vita Brevis Vita Brevis Press is a bestselling small publisher dedicated to emerging and established poets, circulating their work in an online magazine and in physical anthologies.
I come into the Peace …… (from Wendell Berry) I come into the peace of the invitation of Light From time to time I misplace this invitation Divine- I even lose the map that used to take me home to you…. To Peace But then after a simple invitation to write my heart I am reminded of my Beauty Your Beauty and the essence of life and Light. By Bahareh Amidi Ph.D. I am grateful for Bahareh's permission to share her 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? Email met at email@example.com For more about Bahareh, her poetry and contributions to others as a Poetry Therapist follow the links below. Website: www.bahareh.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/BaharehAmidi Twitter: www.twitter.com/BaharehAmidi YouTube: www.YouTube.com/BaharehLIVE