I Sleep In The Rain
Lead by guilt – the fire seed
that begins with planting a new house.
Figures flay over the cold windows,
charming the fury of adjustment and opening wide
the shape of good wishes and engulfing beginnings.
The birth that contains death like the death
that brings rebirth – these are things rarely told
and when told, always told as though
taken for granted. The sermon, the singing
of all that comes hard to wake us
hard and beautiful.
Human in the void, in the faith that trees know
and a snail that moves across a busy road.
Love sometimes lacks its light, but is a stronger
love when shadowed because it excavates
below smiles and kind affection. Love that is
sharp – turning the outsides in
is in the air, sleeping but visible.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “POETiCA”
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“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.
i thought it was very nice…… 🙂
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Without the magical words of artist such as Ms. Allison Grayhurst, this blog would be all doom & gloom. Thank you for slivers of hope Ms. Allison.