Some of the Time

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I want to give a shout out to The Drabble for sharing my poem today, Some of the Time. I am always honored to have my voice shared. The Drabble at WordPress, is a fun site dedicated to publishing original fiction, non-fiction, and poetic works of 100 words or less. Please travel over and visit my poem by clicking on this link, Some of the Time  I would love to hear your feedback on this poem. It is all about hanging on through whatever life throws our way. If you are going through tough times today, hold on, this too shall pass.

Thank you for helping me to shine my light.

Ali

 

Navigating – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Never had you loved anyone more
than the one in the bright red raincoat
so visible on the beach of haze.
Like a masterful painting
he drew your eyes in
a beacon of clarity
when the tide of life
got too high.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

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Pulse – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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among fallen plaster of
disrepair, wrinkles of error
some think irredeemable

your locked layers of reasons
defenses built room by room
the unkissable past revealed

you wait for the wrecking ball
Yet I hear a heartbeat not broken
beyond salvage

your pulse sings strong.

© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite) 2019

dVerse – Quadrille

Forgiving Fridays

Photo taken in Venice, Italy

The Architecture of Conversing

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Beside me, your mummers begin
repetition of words to form
a solid, something to hold on to.

As you hammer a picture in sound,
letters arrange in audible order
to hear who you are.

To speak building blocks, stack phrases
scaffold words of steel
structures to withstand tomorrow.

I am silent witness
to the rebuilding of yourself.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

 “The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible ~ without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t have to draw…  Because they are the artists of being alive…  – Donna J. Stone

 

Unexpected – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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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