Poetry by Ali Grimshaw
Stalled on the bridge
not yet here or quite there
I look back to all I have built
what still stands and what is
no longer in service.
In hope that 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
between here and yet to arrive.
I observe the open road
of what could be built
where bare hands join for strength
like the harmony of shade trees
resolve that one alone cannot possess.
I lean on the railing
the water of time rushes beneath.
No longer who I was.
Not yet who I will become.
About the Poet
Ali Grimshaw is the author of the poetry blog, Flashlight Batteries. She contributes to the world as an educator, life coach and a poet. Her poems have been published on Poetry Breakfast, Vita Brevis, Ghost City Review and Amethyst Review.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.
Very thoughtful piece — great way to start the morning!
Loved reading this one.How Nature and things teaches us about the harmony and strength in numbers.
Wonderfully written. Very insightful and loads of subtle meanings about the human psyche.
I don’t know how I missed this! This is wonderful Ali! A beautiful capture of how time passing changes things, including us I love the brilliance of your ending… “No longer who I was.
Not yet who I will become.” Thank you for your lovely poem