Change

Change

 

Let it come like the wave with

                        the salty foam. Let it reflect

            my insides like a face held towards

                        new cutlery. Let it take my rhythm for

            its own, express it in the wings of angry crows

and the trees in communion with the wind.

                        Let it steel my lover for four nights,

            leave my bed an empty socket for all my

demons to gather and join. Let it hurl

                        a fist at the clock, at the pressure of duty

            and guilt I should not feel. Let it mimic

my cries at the corner store where a woman

                        sits on a curb, crazy with undirected grief.

Let it be in the eyes of my cat as he stalks

                        the birds in his mind.

            Let me kneel before it in my room,

and tell my husband what I have found.

                        Let it be like a fledgling in the morning singing

            or like a wound that alters my appearance.

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Poetry Jar”

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http://poetryajar.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/change-allison-grayhurst/

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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.

 

 

3 responses to “Change

  1. The poetry continues to grow and writhe into shine after shine in it’s depth, passionate cry and beauty.

    “Let it come like the wave with
    the salty foam. Let it reflect
    my insides like a face held towards
    new cutlery. Let it take my rhythm for
    its own, express it in the wings of angry crows
    and the trees in communion with the wind.”

    Like

  2. Allison, this is a powerful poem about change with many very salient and tangible images that tug and tug at what the change means, what if feels like, how it assaults our senses and every part of our lives. I enjoyed it very much.

    Like

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