© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Evolvement
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Poetry
Interference
My head sits
on cords of screaming tension
inability to relax into
whirl of busyness, cyclone
of storms around my being
interference between me
and the presence
I wish to give you.
Please forgive my current cloudiness.
Blow this weather to the corner of the room.
I want to sit with you.
“What is the state of your heart?”
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Inspired by OMID SAFI – “Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.” “
It takes less than you think.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Someday…
Anticipation of a sky in bloom.
explosions of joy for some
a trigger of fear for the newly arrived.
We the people
are the country.
Independence for some,
not yet all.
Freedom calls us.
Our diversity, our strength.
open peaceful arms
one love.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Happy 4th of July. May we find a way to live in peace.
Let it go…
Thank you
My poems, 32 Degrees and Bouncing Bullets, have been shared on The Drabble. This blog is dedicated to publishing original fiction, non-fiction, and poetic works of 100 words or less. If you enjoy creativity and concise writing this blog is for you. Thank you to The Drabble for creating and supporting a community of writers. Through poetry we can calm our minds, share the human experience and laugh together to keep our sanity.
Make it a beautiful day.
Squeeze
What is the point of this adrenaline
if not to catch a falling baby,
escape from a lion or revive a drowning man?
Where can all of this feeling go? I want a place for it.
A drawer, a box, a shelf, a treasure chest, the trunk of a car
maybe an large envelope to mail it far away.
Away from me. Where I am not the one.
Draw another name from the hat, surely she is stronger.
How am I to hold this prickling, burning weight,
vibrational surge, flaming fingertips?
Pressure builds until this little teapot
blows her steam.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Regenerate: Hiker’s Haiku
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Snapshot
You look but don’t see
me. Within your view
invisible to your eyes.
Discomfort or unconscious
choice. I cannot be a character
in the story of your world.
Revisit the snapshot
years later, silhouetted,
my image lives.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo taken in Lucca, Italy 2016.
Lessons
How do you capture
a lifetime of fatherhood
put it down on the page?
Your voice in times of doubt
your hand on my shoulder
your cup always half full.
Yet, it wasn’t what you said
year after year that I remember most
you stood beside
you held up others
you lead with love.
You showed me.
Dedicated to my dearly loved father, Thomas Jenkins, who has fathered many over the years as an educator and coach. No words will ever be enough to tell you how much I love you.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
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