What a curtain in the wind can teach you – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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"All that sadness. All that anger. It is the smoke that gets in your eyes. If you do not blow it away, how can you hope to see?"
- Anthony Horowitz 


To be a curtain in the breeze.
Joining the flow of air
rising, falling,
lifting, lowering
gathering, and letting go.

I will be a curtain
hate will not inhabit my heart. I will not hold it.
Instead it will travel like airflow. 

(I expect to falter, I am only human after all. Yet, I continue to observe all that can teach me how to keep my heart soft.)

Like the curtain welcomes all that arrives,
letting it pass through 
while remaining light. 
© Ali Grimshaw 2026

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Hiking in Argentina and thankful for this time in nature.

We are Held – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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By our Mother 
you are held.

With your feet firmly grounded 
you can feel her foreverness.

Lost is a choice you don't need to make.
Claim yourself free,

choose your stance, your pace, 
and rest in the arms of her winds.

- With love for the many vulnerable.

© Ali Grimshaw 2026
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Lush vegetation on a trail near Puerto Varas, Chile. The canyon of green breathing.
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Mt. Osurno, Chile.

Finding Our Way – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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I am a lighthouse who sometimes 
has a broken bulb.

I fear for the ships that are navigating 
dark shorelines without my beam.

I hold responsibility for safe passage 
while boats toss hand to hand by a storm. 

I appreciate you noticing my blackened filament
seeing my burnt days without judgment

offering a replacement orb to restore my beacon.

I return to rusting hulls along the shoreline with my light
watch the shadows change their appearances.

I wonder what difference my listening light
could have made in their journey.

Yet, losing our way is also how we find each other.

In darkness, trust your heartbeat navigator 
the light is there, and you will find it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2026


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This photo was taken on the Oregon Coast near Coos Bay.

My Hibernaculum – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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within a velvet-soft interior
with a rocking chair enhancement

humming songs of ease
murmurs of a river echoing back

pine-warmth abundance of fresh
beginnings welcoming endings

encircled by a clear frozen glaze
of quiet just rightness

overflowing contentedness
safety of the heart

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

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Hibernaculum – a noun for a winter shelter or place of hibernation

Morning Pantoum – By Ali Grimshaw

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How lucky am I to wake this bright morning?
Safely carried through night's passage.
Like steadfast mountains often forgotten.
While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor.

Safely carried through night's passage.
Joining the color stream of these hours.
While dreams retreat, my feet find the floor.
River stones are worn smooth with time.

Joining the color stream of these hours.
Letting love's current ease my way.
River stones are worn smooth with time.
Hand in hand is our way forward.

Letting love's current ease my way.
Like steadfast mountains often forgotten.
Hand in hand is our way forward.
How lucky am I to wake this bright morning?

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

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Photo taken during a stunning mountain hike in Montana.
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Ephemeral – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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This calm is only an illusion
a photographic alteration 
of a moment, where

leaves confetti-whirl, flutter fly, fancifully
surfing wild winds with surrender.

Smiling, I accept their invitation to frolic
following one golden riffle
then a tangerine-red

in beautiful celebration 
of all things temporary.

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

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Photo taken on one of my many walks through Amsterdam in 2019.

It is the season of contemplation – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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“We have an inner window through which we can see the world, and though it gets cloudy in life, it’s our job to wipe it clean and see things as they really are.” – Sebastian Koch

It is the season of contemplation
a time of wanting to flee while knowing stillness is the way forward.

I am seeking windows of all sizes
expansive with weatherproof panes, outlooks rippled with time.

Views to heal my confusion between rain and questions.
A skylight to observe the assurance of passing moon.

As the headlines continue to scream, I find another window holding
steadiness of trunks wide and wise from centuries, leaves of rainshine.

Curtains of my imagination sway with a peaceful breeze.
There is another way, another view, a possibility of love yet found.

I unshutter pain to let the air in.

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

The seed of this poem came from a prompt on dVerse Poets Pub and this inspiring view from a cabin in Oregon. Every time I return to this photo it settles me. 

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A Book Can Change You – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Within the pages she is flying to another world.
Between the pages he is trying on a new character.
They are finding a way forward through angst, despair
wanting to belong.
He is reconsidering his past through their eyes.
She is listening to his reasons for forgiveness.

Living in another time and place
trying on the suits, gear or gowns.
Gently turning or furiously flipping to find the next
wonder or conclusion.

Is there a safer way to explore than within a story
laid out for your eyes to absorb 
a world
that you have never seen?

To try on the life of another?

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

“I merely wish to point out that in the face of such a world you have only yourselves to rely on. You have only the decision you must make, each of you, alone. And will you contribute to the indifferent forces that ceaselessly conspire toward injustice? Or will you stand up against this endless tide and in the face of it be truly human?”
― David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars

This poem was inspired by a prompt from dVerse Poets Pub, and this quote from a book I loved. Come join a welcoming group of poets for Open Link Night.

This is just one of many books on the list of Most Commonly Challenged Books In the U.S. Although I read Snow Falling on Cedars many years ago, I can still remember how it touched my heart and made me think deeply.

This is a photo of a bookstore from one of my trips. Can’t remember where.

Paddling away – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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I float with the current, closing my eyes with trust

in September sky and the horizon of letting go.

While the river laps a rhythmic lullaby for my breath

to rest upon. I join this waterway that knows how

to reach the sea without a plan.

Here, birdcalls settle in my ears warmly.

Here on the water, a quieting motion

outside of what humans have named.

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

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Photo of me afloat on the Tualatin River in Oregon.

Wandering From Room To Room – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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outside my window some leaves still shine deep green while others
yellow to crisp edges

like differing rooms living through seasons of this house
holding a room of restful freshness
and outdated rooms yet to be revisited with today's view

a room of gatherings present and past
decades of dents and scratches, musicians and boardgames
voices absorbed by the grain of the enduring oak table

stairs where I have fallen with my hands full
and stairs where we held hands to steady the climb upward

there is a room where floating memories lighten as dust sparkles
another where music lives among the dancing shadows

today wet paint will secret away stories of the many inhabitants
while I alone remember the layers underneath

a treasured gratitude for a life within safe walls

when the golden leaves fall this September 
who might enter through my blue sky doorway?

© Ali Grimshaw 2025

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This is not my house, but a blue door I photographed in France in 2019.

My house does have a blue door.