The Stone


The Stone


The stone drops,

settles in the sand like a beetle.

Lovers die

for lack of trying.

Children wait like they

always have

to be made a priority.

The sun is swollen and breaking

on the crust of the universe.

A fairytale in a box, barely opened,

but already stronger than reality.

A last chance stored-up for

old age.

People are falling,

glass doors are ajar.

Someone is listening but no one

even smiles.

That stone drops,

it is made up of hard,

unforgiving stuff.

It stays,

and the surface

is its meaning.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “B-Gina Review”, 2012


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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.



4 responses to “The Stone

  1. It stays and the surface is its meaning…what does this say about the depth of things that need to be forgiven? this image of the rock has both solidity and transparency in it and I think this is wonderful, Allison. It is both hard and vulnerable, hidden and all apparent.

    By the way — I bought four of your books tonight!

  2. namelessneed – N.FT.Myers/Port Townsend/East Lansing – Hurried home from the all night govt factory job to finally "let go" into my Real job making up stuff for attention . Love the books,the films,the music. trying to get regular daring to spill some.
    namelessneed says:

    I check regularly for the possibility of recent work/ miss you & yr imaginable “nowness”
    but yr powerful symbols plow on

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