Morning Glory

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Morning Glory

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Lost hideaway under the flesh

where birds of prey drink to the heart’s

southward direction.

In liquid sleep a pocket is forming

of voices named in childhood years.

And from the beginning the miracle

sat on our shoulder like a butterfly,

though we never christened it as our own.

I am tossing back the weight of worldly waters

and things to be morally wounded for.

I give no more from the side of my mouth,

for the seductive shadow and the running crowd.

Plain as the path to heaven, I kiss the dread

and let it drift down sea. I open a room

where the light catches my breath.

I am breathing a morning glory.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Daily Love”

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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3 responses to “Morning Glory

  1. Oh my god, how beautiful.
    “And from the beginning the miracle

    sat on our shoulder like a butterfly”
    “I give no more from the side of my mouth,

    for the seductive shadow and the running crowd.

    Plain as the path to heaven, I kiss the dread

    and let it drift down sea. I open a room

    where the light catches my breath.

    I am breathing a morning glory.”

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  2. I really enjoyed how this builds and builds, and the final lines are like an epiphany : ‘I open a room …’
    Wonderful poem, and so appropriate for springtime too. 🙂
    I hope the sun shines for you today, Allison.

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