Dressed in white, they gather
a sacred opening, shared hush
They lean in to listen for what is to come.
My eyes honored guests to witness their glory.
One of few who will attend this party today.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
The Quiet of Grace
Poetry
Will you be a rainbow?
Not qualified, no certificate, diploma
just a person, regular, no one special.
Who me? I don’t know how. Where would I start?
Listen. Open your heart. Look. Open your eyes.
An opportunity right in front of you. Yes, right there.
It won’t matter. I don’t count. It’s too late.
No one ever tires of a rainbow coming through the clouds.
Your colors impossible to see from an internal view
vivid in the eyes of those waiting.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Dr. Maya Angelou – Thank you for reminding me that I can be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud and to take all the rainbows of my life with me wherever I go.
Rainbow photo thanks to pixabay.com/en/rainbow-kelvenne-national-park-1372108/
Holding Hands
As we stand together
the ocean’s roar a comfort
lullaby of constant.
You squeeze my hand.
I echo the motion.
Reliable rolling waves,
we count on
when the world is crashing.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
The Daily Post Photo Challenge – Ambience
Drawing a house
What do you hold onto
when the bottom drops out
leaving you foundationless?
Your roof carried away by a tornado.
Left only with blankness and a pen
you forgot was in your hand.
I draw myself a new house
windows of openness, a tin roof to hear rain
a welcome door without requirements
with the hope that you feel safe enough to visit.
Uncensored, just as you are not
when you leave the premises.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Will you let your truth out?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
You took the colors with you.
When the last leaf has fallen,
and I am left on my own,
my sorrow will have no company.
You took the colors with you.
You took the colors with you,
my questions left alone in the air.
Bleached silence, no reply.
I gave away too much again,
White walls with no solutions,
an empty palette in my hands.
© Ali Grimshaw
After I posted the above poem printed in red. The Original Phoenix asked me this question, “How do you find the new colors?” What a wonderful question to consider. Today I dedicate this expanded poem to her for inspiring me to dig deeper and bring the rest to life. Although I still didn’t answer her question, I continue to ponder it. Thank you! Check out her blog, CONFESSIONS OF A REBORN GIRL. Never underestimate the power of offering feedback. We all need each other.
Will you reconsider?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
365 pages
Out of an infinite number of stories ending this year
how lucky am I to continue mine.
To understand, as I didn’t before
how to see the next blank page
author what is left.
To smear the words by numbing
or battle to awaken the next chapter,
an internal fight rekindled by rewrites.
Still awed by the power of dusk to soften the view
I choose to attend this party called life.
Many minutes are not guaranteed.
I savor this very one.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Each year I celebrate the gift of getting to live another year by writing a birthday poem. This is my poem for 2016. I don’t have the words to clearly express the layers of learning, global connection and inspiration I found by jumping into the world of blogging this year. Thank you to WordPress for making it possible and to the many, many kind bloggers who offered support. I am honored to have a poem chosen by the Drabble as one of the top ten editor’s picks for the year. Ten of our favorite Drabbles of 2016. I hope this inspires you to share your voice in 2017.
Discover Challenge – Retrospective
The end inside the beginning.
Before the first wobbly
arms outstretched,
slightly unbalanced step,
the last step already exists.
Trip, fall, hill sliding imbalance
scarred knees, bandaged palms
concussions to consciousness,
where the living happens
white knuckles clutch to collapse
navigate with your internal compass
peel your fingers from cold metal
stray from the railing.
© Ali Grimshaw
In this coming year, 2017, I plan to be braver, to make my own new path and trust in the journey of contribution to others. I hope this poem inspires you to believe in new possibilities for yourself. I have a ready ear for anyone who wants to share their new path into 2017.
Title inspired by an article posted on bboxproductionsblog – Thank you!
Regardless of the holiday you choose… I wish you peace and love.
© Ali Grimshaw
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