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In The Day
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In the morning, cured,
claimed and finally welcoming the wind.
In the early afternoon,
assembling the fragments of my faith
like the bones of a bird and then giving it the key
to fly.
In the evening, close to dark,
hair-clipping all disheveled expectations,
pin-pointing a place to lay down, to rest and witness
the uneventful view.
In the night time, quietly kissing my children,
speaking of a golden tomorrow with my husband
but feeling the weight of one-more-day without.
In the bed, almost asleep, checking and re-checking
memories and failures, then unbuttoning to bathe
in the numerous blessings laid before me
this day, this year
deep in darkness
afterall
no matter.
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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “The Blind Vigil Revue”, 2012
http://blindvigilrevue.blogspot.ca/2013/03/3-poems-by-allison-grayhurst.html
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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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Just the right level of allusion for me. Atmosphere of claimed contentment, seeing things positively, punctured by “One more day without”. Bathe in blessings is beautiful, and then- afterall no matter. Those last two lines bring the sense of loss crashing in on me, Saying what the person was without would puncture it. More anguish would lessen the effect for me. Without “no matter” I would forget the “without”: just quiet content, no harmonic of Anguish. I love the way you have put this together, I take a lot from it.
floats on a sea of light sadness and resignation…truly tells a tale
Again, you set and asure a sure tone/ a listener & reader feels a soul’s downshift/
Yr trustworthy words reach a hand back..to lead us solomnly on to yr declarations
Oddly, my favorite lines were introductory to yr messages, but I like ’em
“In the evening, close to dark,
hair-clipping all dishevelled expectations,
pin-pointing a place to lay down, to rest and witness the uneventful view”
Thanx again
Another masterpiece – I adore it!
“In the early afternoon,
assembling the fragments of my faith
like the bones of a bird and then giving it the key
to fly.”