Housekeeping – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Where do you go after

you’ve swept up a dusty decade?

Voices of memories, dialogues of decisions

glinting pieces of effort,

shambled shards of mixed failures and gritty grains

of overcoming the odds. The minutes after

the disposal of what was,

a pause before, you’ve put away the broom.

Clean floor, the past no longer felt

between your toes.

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Growth Spurt

In the dark kitchen while all lay asleep
I stood shorter than the countertop
determined to throw away my blanket of comfort
self worn to soft holding of me.

The mouth of the garbage can
that lived under the sink
hungry for layers of softness
swallowed them down easily.

My four year old self threw away weakness
like an explorer sailing to uncharted seas
I declared myself ready for the mystery of the grown up.

Without need for a fall back into security
how sure I was of my power to leave the shore
of my dearly loved comfort layer.

Where did the urgency come from
to stop leaning
depending on
go it alone without reliance?

Years later in my cold bed determined and proud
still I wonder why I needed to prove my toughness
hurry away from childhood.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

dVerse Open Link Night #226

Seasonal Departure

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At the station, the train of life only pauses

our illusion of control blankets nature’s causes.

 

Nights to days shift, and the engineer steers

rhythm of the planet moves through the years.

 

Cycle of no endings, wheels freely spin

untouchable by human error, solstice arrives again.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Couplets for the Solstice – dVerse poetry challenge

Temporary – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Your phrases landed on the floor

between us. I didn’t know how to catch them.

Strings of words, a story of near miss.

One collection of minutes that almost

restructured my life, like petals

blown away by the wind

never again to unite in beauty.

A reminder of the impermanence of us.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Structure – Photo Challenge

Stalled

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Stalled on the bridge, in between here and there.

I look back to all I have built.

What still stands and what is no longer in service.

Hoping others will use these spaces, be thoughtful about repairs.

That tall one will need a new roof.

Some may be too weathered to save.

Pausing on the bridge, in between here and there.

I look ahead to wide open space.

What could be built and what is needed.

Beauty that can only be created by elements and time.

A center which radiates the harmony of shade trees.

Bare hands join for strength that I alone do not have.

I remain next to the railing.

water rushes beneath.

No longer who I was.

Not yet who I am becoming.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken in Amsterdam, 2013

Bridge Photo Challenge