Leaf Man – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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He brings me one each day

contrasts in shape, varied vibrancy

burnt red to ripe peach, presented

on the kitchen counter until evening

arrives at our window.

 

Held in his palm, our eyes meet

this wrinkled single donation

textured hues, imperfect edges

color story of today to cherish,

a temporary prize between us.

 

Trees give without expecting

something in return. Thankfully,

so does he.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

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

dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night 

 

Deciduous – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

 

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Maybe you’re not late.

Will you trust Mother Earth

with Autumn’s end

even when you don’t feel ready?

Maybe you are right on time

keeping the cycle.

A tree with your own falling leaves.

Maybe your season is happening

just as it should be.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

Thank you Right Hand Pointing

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I am honored to have my poem, Absent, in the current issue of Right Hand Pointing, Issue #135 Sneak Attack.Thank you to Dale Wisely and Laura M. Kaminski for sharing my voice. Since 2004 Right Hand Pointing has been providing a fulfilling combination of short poetry, very short fiction, art, and other things. I have been inspired multiple times by their past issues.

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How is it that water

is such an crafted artist?

Consistently she reflects

the whole of light and darkness

blurred grays and

watery wavering waves.

Then offers still contrasts

days of no wind

that stop time for me.

Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam 2019.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

OFMARIAANTONIA – Photography Challenge, Contrast

 

 

Traveler – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

 

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she wished to glue

leaves of color back onto the limbs

unprepared for season’s shift

then her dormant suitcase looked up

with eyes of grace, a reminder

of past orbits around the sun.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Dusk

 

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Quiveringly quiet,
with anticipation of freedom,
framed by the sturdily built doorway,
she waits to greet dusk,
smelling the wind of tomorrow coming.
Once outside, she will never wear
that heavy cloak of blame again.
Even her shadow will no longer
be the same.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

dVerse quadrille – Quiver

Tomorrow – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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We can not walk

without placing our

feet upon a past life.

Leaves layered, give

way to decay

to nourish the next.

What ground can I

cultivate with shelter

for those neglected seeds

that are tomorrow’s hope?

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

Thank you Howard – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Without you, Howard

I may have forgotten

these ten fingers of mine

are printed like no other.

 

Like a tree with many sturdy limbs

who has forgotten

that it gives shade to smaller ones

where nests reside holding blue eggs.

 

Don’t ask what the world needs.

Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.

Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.

– Howard Thurman

Fall Will Catch You – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Painted leaves sing in unison
Unlike music, their song
is soundless harmony.

This orchestra of color
soothes the tempo
an internal pounding

from a day of instruments
that refused to play
the same song.

Fall catches me
with muted volume
a serenade of equilibrium.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018