"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.
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?
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.
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.
“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
place
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
flowed
in
effortlessly.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2022
Photo taken in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
What gift a sunset can be.
“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.
I run from myself catch a corner of feeling accept this moment of liberation as skin of bruised clouds darkens a prickling tingle goosebumps my arms airwaves gather energy sparks our tilted world revolves a turning we have never been able to feel yet know as truth a shift occurring between/from who are the others who are the us we ride around the sun evolving regardless of our position or noticing recycled drops of rain. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 First published on MasticadoresUsa Thank you for giving my poem a home. Photo taken in San Franscico. A luscious sunset in February of 2023.
It gets dirty over time soiled by history, upturned endings, unexpected overflows into tomorrow. Stains of resentment, practiced disbelief, and heartbreak headlines get into the fabric. It loses it's luster with living. Launder your hope often with practice you will begin to notice when it's time for cleansing a cycle of care soaps of forgiveness scented rinsing of kindness freeing the unneeded past in a small, generous bucket. Let it line dry on its own sunlight time without watching your clock returning to softness, colors revealed by evening's renewable breeze. And now I wonder why there isn't a small label with clear directions for it's care? What information could be more important to keep your heart open? © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join us for Open Link Night at dVersep Poet's Pub - HERE Earthweal Open Link Weekend #157
before the stars rise you and I benched before beauty breathing bliss us, just together, side by side seaside stretched our heartbeats synch to the drumbeat rolling waves waves rolling our sunset doesn't need words holding your hand is a forever-changing color always warm © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join a friendly group of poets on dVerse for Quadrille #169: A Star (Poem) is Born Photo taken in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. 2022. I am missing those sunsets.
“Choosing to live and love with our whole hearts is an act of defiance. ”
– Brene Brown
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 