The means to obliterate

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The means to obliterate

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what doldrums dictate

is in the pink sneakers of

winter blues and forcing hope into the mouth

even if it tastes like stale candy.

You pull the waves from a clear sky,

you blur edges into running forms, staining

in effervescent aftershocks.

Help is always available but never ready

to take your hand when you need the courage

not to hang yourself in some avant-garde

symbolic statement on a summit on

a dull metal balcony, hang

like kleenex caught on a high twig.

Comfort comes in packed suitcases and

various dreams of little consequence.

A toddler’s game of hide-and-seek

is worth smiling for. Round, rotunda reflected

in the image of a middle-age crew cut and torn jeans.

Inspiration is a wooden ladder, splinters sold

as bargaining chips for each step

to reach nearer to rooftops, treetops and

the sun.

 

 

Your head is in a whisper – booby-traps

revealed in the ridges and dips of your thoughts.

You want to be put in a crockpot and left there,

stirred like soup, leeks and lentils, seeping out

an authentic aroma, arriving home.

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Copyright  © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Blue Fifth Review”

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“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,” Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.
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2 responses to “The means to obliterate

  1. What an image! What a point:

    “what doldrums dictate
    is in the pink sneakers of
    winter blues and forcing hope into the mouth
    even if it tastes like
    stale candy.”

    Again, what an image descibing such an incredible meaning!

    “You pull the waves from a clear sky”

    Meaning hidden so profound in such a simple statement within it’s context:

    “A toddler’s game of hide-and-seek
    is worth smiling for.”

    And yet again – what amazing images making an amazing point:

    “Your head is in a whisper – booby-traps

    revealed in the ridges and dips of your thoughts.

    You want to be put in a crockpot and left there,

    stirred like soup, leeks and lentils, seeping out

    an authentic aroma, arriving home.”

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