Long ways and no ways

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Long ways and no ways

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Out of phase with the frame others are drawn to. At last,

illuminated, released from artificial expectations.

You will not correspond or accelerate into my atmosphere.

My magic is inward, and the gravel you picked up and

misplaced, rolling it over your lips to find a perfect indentation,

I have held it too – for moments at a time, swinging in the wind,

fruitful. But I know that is not my natural practice or

a possible habitation for me. I must stand behind boards with

the spiders, while you are sunning –

an artery of pearl-like significance,

attentive, lubricating glory, improving

your already abundant harvest.

I will not make you flash-cards to categorize my plight,

or give you the pulley cord of my broken development to pull

and make use of. I am not a substitute

for a makeshift wedding ring.

My only protection is to give up. So I give

you up. Your glorious atlas open, appealing to the otherwise

immobile crowd, but not to me. I’ve left the track, left this road

I picked – for one year I have been walking and have met

so few believers. It has been inadequate. You

have been fraudulent and have unknowingly plagued

the thrusts of my yearning. Energy matters: what doesn’t fit

doesn’t graduate into a tangible weight, will never be

sun or iceberg.

Long ways I have loved. For hours, I have kissed

the bridge of your nose,

conscious of my fixation. In my bed, I offered you supremacy.

Now summer draws me away, tells me this work is done,

asks me to go forward, to map and mend

a child’s ragdoll that fell overboard

where the ocean stretches on and keeps

no hidden crevices for toys or wounds.

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Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Mind(less) Muse”

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/long-ways-and-no-ways.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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Book reviews of the River is Blind paperback:

“Throughout (The River is Blind), she (Allison Grayhurst) employs 
reiterated tropes of swallowing and being consumed, spatial fullness 
and emptiness, shut- in, caverns, chasms, cavities; angels, archangels, 
blasphemy, psalms; satiation or starved. With a conceit of unrequited sex 
as “my desire”, nocturnal emissions, awakening in the morning, the poet lives 
at capacity, uninhibited, dancing,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative 
for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of 
the Feminist Caucus.

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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. THE RIVER IS BLIND is a must-read,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

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