Lesson Learned

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Lesson Learned

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My voice through glass

all summer long, mixing

words in my belly, saying only

grunts and other sounds that hang in the air

like the greyness before a storm.

I should count myself lucky and be a circle,

complete onto myself, quietly curving,

constantly joining, never sharp, never full of angular

weight or anger that can barely stand.

I should just learn to not be real, maybe

see a psychiatrist for all my pent-up disappointments,

for the way I want to shake the unshakable sea.

It is not worth these mornings of isolation, not worth

the split of an otherwise musical love. It is not

good to crave justice from a jackal or blame the jackal

when justice is not served. It is not right to hurt in my bones,

drag this knapsack full of iron, and spit my blood

all over the pavement.

It will be a challenge to learn detachment

where there should have been

connection and accountability.

I will not be connected, but be sweet, swallow

the stone in my throat and close the shop

with a smile.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Both Sides Now”

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.files.wordpress.com/2011/12/lesson-learned.m4a

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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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One response to “Lesson Learned

  1. Awesome! I love especially:

    “I should just learn to not be real, maybe

    see a psychiatrist for all my pent-up disappointment,

    for the way I want to shake the unshakable sea…”

    “It will be a challenge to learn detachment where there should have been

    connection and accountability.

    I will not be connected, but be sweet, swallow

    the stone in my throat and close the shop

    with a smile.”

    Like

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