On this Dock

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On this Dock

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I hear the white steed

and the fish together

in dark obscurity.

I look at the body of water,

the children weeping to gain control.

I listen for the perishing wind

and declare to it a vigil

of telltale strength.

The journey here faces

the drive of instinct – to buckle

in and walk the safest hallway

or to carry the weight of failure

and still harbour a cry to the fox and a belief

in the many shapes of heaven.

 

The journey knows its evening

has come and all the beautiful clouds will drop

one by one from the sky.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Crisis Chronicles”

http://library.crisischronicles.com/2014/03/27/on-this-dock-by-allison-grayhurst.aspx

http://cclitmag.wordpress.com/category/grayhurst-allison/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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3 responses to “On this Dock

  1. OH MY GOD, this is another one of those poems that is like skiing down a hill with swing and swerve of sheer elegance – the moves, the connections, the unlikely pairing of words gliding us forward. This is one of those poems that makes me look forward to returning to these creations again eager for the next savouring of artistry and more.

    “I listen for the perishing wind
    and declare to it a vigil
    of telltale strength.”

    I love this image and message:

    “a belief
    in the many shapes of heaven.”

    Poetry within poetry:

    “The journey knows its evening
    has come and all the beautiful clouds will drop
    one by one from the sky.”

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