Anticipate

December 9, 2017 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 13 Comments

My closed eyes wonder

have you been waiting for my call?

Are you one who waits?

One who waits to be

chosen

invited

picked?

Are you one who anticipates hopefully

rocking chair movement, back and forth

not going anywhere

waiting to open your door

find me standing before you?

Are you willing to be the one that shows up

arms wide, inviting in

the unprotected in downpour, ghostly gale,

frosty fear anticipating rejection?

Are you willing to hear the

no?

Are you open to the yes?

Which is more frightening?

My light is shining

December 8, 2017December 8, 2017 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 24 Comments

I am again honored to have a poem published by Vita Brevis, The New Poetry Magazine. My poem Rest is up today. Rest is a constant seeking in our world by so many with weary hearts. If you are feeling frazzled, wired-tired and seeking escape then you are not alone. Take time to connect with another human, sit with quiet, or listen to a poem.

Sending love and support

by way of clouds

that surround us all

with protection.

Ali

Mirror of Love

December 3, 2017 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 11 Comments

By knowing you,

I find myself.

Now and 90 years wrinkled.

My doubts don’t exist in your eyes.

You see the chipped edges

scars of failed attempts

places worn raw from not retreating.

The rough, abeyant curves of my puzzle.

You see my essence of spirit

gently hold it all up,

a mirror before me,

now I can see,

for myself,

who I am becoming.

Revised version of the original poem shared in 2016

Replenishment

December 2, 2017December 8, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 18 Comments

Please return the glass bowl
the one with the orange lid.

Surely it is empty now, alone
on the shelf or behind the rice jar.

It is not that I am in need,
I just found myself thinking

of its emptiness, a hollow of cold.
Loneliness I wish to fill with warmth of soup.

One spoon of comfort at a time
to refill yourself

on Tuesday night
after the day’s work is done.

Campaign to End Loneliness

Daily prompt – Age

Behold

November 26, 2017November 26, 2017 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 10 Comments

Enlight69

Leaf Man

November 23, 2017October 21, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 12 Comments

He brings me leaves, one each day
a contrast in shape
varied vibrancy, coral to ripe peach
left on the kitchen counter
until evening arrives at our window.

Held in his palm, this single
donation, color story of today.
Our eyes meet the wrinkles, textured hues, imperfect edges.
Our hands hold a temporary prize between us
a cherishing.

Trees give without expecting
something in return. Thankfully,
so does he.

May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today. Happy Thanksgiving.