because time is slippery memories mingle with worries when the pen lies dormant because others are mirrors of magnitude shining back the full spectrum of light in each of us because when was the last time you made an appointment to savor the words of your own heart? ©Ali Grimshaw 2022
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turning the page tilts my story's full, first half daybreak spills, spreading past pages highlighted scribbled, dog-eared moldable mornings of my middle life a return route mapped for when memory fades my shadow lengthens I am far past sunrise now imagination holds the pen ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse for Quadrille #158 Morning Has Broken -HERE
Each day a chance for new green to reach us for listening to happen in a way that has never happened before. For air to clear. And for us to come together instead of apart. For healing to blossom forgiveness heard, shame shifting to break the cycle of old chains. For mirroring your love revealing how your eyes have seen me forward. For rebalancing of Earth and sky an atmosphere where all living things breathe without fear of suffocation. For dormancy to begin again or throw off its covers to jump out of bed. For someone to return home or find a home or be welcomed to a home for the very first time. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 This poem first published in, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, available HERE (kindle & paperback) This poetry anthology is a testament to both the challenges that women face in our society, and to their power to overcome them. A memorable collection of over 200 poems by more than 100 authors. Thanks to the work of by Gabriela Marie Milton and Ingrid Wilson.
“What we carry defines who we are. And the effort we make is our legacy.” ~Mitch Albom
I carry your laugh. How it starts small, a rolling whisper then snowballs to a full round of roaring joy. I carry your hands. How your fingers thread mine snug and loose at the same time woven. I carry your story memories holding me gently close while always leaving breathing room growth space for my expansion. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse Open Link Night #321 - HERE.
pull the small metallic triangle tear through troubles until tingle arrives until you are fully unwrapped leaving anxious ribbons tinseled tension trailed behind bare-skinned, beaming, braver than the last version greet your new shadow-self welcome possibilities many stones of adventure lay at your feet ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 dVerse Poet's Pub - Quadrille #156 - HERE Join other big-hearted humans for ... Write Yourself: Poetry Writing Circle August 14, 2022 CLICK HERE
say what you find in the deep moss of your feet a lush immersion of aliveness long forgotten like leaves caressing your childhood cheek follow the movement of this forest vocabulary a language that you have yet to dance with are you willing to give yourself over to sit with the fallen nurse logs to listen for the tall evergreen guardians to days of foresttime absent from hours or minutes ticking filled instead by croaks, sways, gurgles music accessible to the practiced ear you will feel it coming a cooling shift of rainclouds the beginning of your roots being welcomed in ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join me on earthweal for open link weekend HERE
dawn goddess celebrator of the hopeful Aurora offers cresting radiance beams definitively sky filled breaking over mountains dim a daily gesture of newness of beginnings yet to be let her shine on you morning overflowing fill your cup with levity walk lightly through heaviness ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join me in celebrating the 11th Anniversary of dVerse Poet's Pub, - HERE. Quadrille # 155, Let's Celebrate
Swimming upstream feeling the pull of this current day of decisions to be made. Kicking away troubled tributaries “You will regret this.” They say. Where is my ladder through? (even fish get one of those) I guess God must think me an excellent swimmer. ©Ali Grimshaw 2021
I continue to meet big-hearted humans across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Come join us for a writing circle. No experience needed. All voices are welcome. Write Yourself: Reflection Through Poetry Mon, July 18, 2022 4:30 PM – 6:00 PM PDT Register HERE
They don't need to be your favorite one. You don't need to justify them to anyone. One could arrive before getting out of bed or a memory that brings warmth. One could be a warm shower, the relief of crying or standing under a clear sky. One could be a deep breath, a complete filling of lungs or the priviledge of not know what time it is. A window to a neighbor who grow flowers or someone who listens when your words stumble. Birdsong mornings, soft landings of wooded paths freedom to choose, relief of laughter, steady rib bones to protect a still beating heart. There are always 3 good things if you choose them they are yours to hold. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 During the first year of the pandemic I began to paint rocks that said, "3 good things." I left them randomly around my neighborhood as I walked and ran. My intention was to remind myself and those around me to think of "3 good things" in their day. I began to text friends and family asking them to share their "3 good things." Somewhere along the way I forgot about this action. I stopped doing it. Finding this photo today reminded me how simple and rewarding this was. And I am choosing to begin again. If you feel inspired please share your "3 good things" with me.
no one will ever know what you gave the number of times you've grown a new heart after donating the last one sit a spell with the map of your heartlife claim your mountains distance growth vistas tape more wilderness down you're still alive ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Quadrille #154 "Casting a spell Come join a welcoming community of poets on d'Verse - HERE
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