when will the subtle silent, shadows of sureity be noticed in your day will your eyes always be drawn away suduced into following flash floresent the orange-red of fake fire immediate over postponed desire will you try on the bluegreen lined in lime a cool energy alternative worthy of afternoon considerations oh, I understand more than you know this would require stopping and you don't have time for that © Ali Grimshaw 2023 dVerse Open Link Join a friendly group of poets HERE
Magic to Come – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
a gathering of cells multiplying magnificent a seed inside one breathing being and no one even knew that you had begun arriving small magic happening inside the womb she went about her day hanging laundry in her quiet way while the message of you grew © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Whether you are a mother or not I wish you a Happy Mother's Day in celebration of all mother's around the world. Thank you for what you give and gave.
Just Because – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Just Because,” a poem I wrote in celebration of a life teaching, has been published on MasticadoresUsa. Thank you to the editor, Barbara Leonhard for giving it a home. I hope my words will inspire others to consider stepping into the field of education.
“Just Because” I teach them about the magic eraser of fresh starts far more valuable than double-digit multiplication or how to identify an adverb. You can read the full poem HERE
Planting a tree with my 5th graders back in 1994.
Revolutionary – A Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.”
― Corrie Ten Boom
a revolution of forgiveness began echoing across gently lit faces gathered in the town square hushed quietude for the promises made together then an overthrow of rioting apologies collapsed into laughter leaving behind their winter battlecoats of blame they left warmer arm in arm © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Quadrille #174: You say you want a revolution Join a friendly group of poets HERE on dVerse Poets' Pub. Photo taken in Vannes, France.
Arrival – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
"Happiness held is the seed. Happiness shared is the flower." -John Harrigan what sweet relief to witness the majesty of bloom on blue background bright with multiple openings of pinks possible a sigh of cold escapes me, finally evidence of arrival in the air I smell aliveness and again, I have survived winter © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Photo taken this afternoon in Portland, Oregon. Just a regular walk.
Promises – Poem By Ali Grimshaw
moleclues of motion have never known the word obstacle green going with the flow happily not seeking separation a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness birthed from the diaphram like eyes from above emulating possibility of sight through darkness and they continued to create, even when they couldn't feel hope beating the odds one heartbeat at a time Photo taken in Portugal 2017.
Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month
Check out the prompts HERE.
The questions I chose to ponder were: What is a river?
What is seaweed? What is song? What is an owl? What is a miracle?
Morning Forecast – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
The wordclouds hover above to make a shadow on my morning. Looking up I wonder, how am I to decipher which are fact or which are fiction? Layered marks of truth and dare like a novel netted weather pattern and I am no meterologist, just someone looking for a small clearing in the sky. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
Revisiting Beliefs- Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Your belief in aloneness is your greatest mistake. You were born into the hands of the world, for us to sing you through. Mountains to call you upward rivers to bring forth and release. For what you are made of, I am made of elements of rock, sky and sea. Your error is not that you are broken It is that you have yet to see your wholeness. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
Expansion – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“What you are, the world is.
And without your transformation,
there can be no transformation of the world.”
- Jiddu Krishnamurti
She squeezed herself
into the shape she was given
condensed her needs and wants
in an effort to take up less space
pulled back to a smaller, smaller
There was no room to grow.
There was only survival.
When did it happen
the noticing of held breath?
She smiles now with remembrance.
He came along one day.
He surprised her into a great exhale
and the air
© Alicia Grimshaw 2022
Photo taken in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
What gift a sunset can be.
Coddiwomple – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Turn and go back to the last thing
you remember doing
with your whole heart.”
– Joyce Sutphen
Even without a roadmap I can follow the song of my heart's direction. Sing along while keen to its increase. Turning in time so as not to lose the melodic trail. Ears intent on my wholeness of being Filtering freefalling notes once lost easing my ache of confusion. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Coddiwomple (v.) Origin: English Slang Word.Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination. earthweal open link weekend Join us to share and connect.