Under the limp tree
he sits, curing himself
of the bawling rains &
He inhabits heartbreak
& hunger as a primitive,
that does not measure with
The cloud’s configuration alters him
like a new philosophy.
He thinks of the cosmos
like a bird, who plays its part
under the yawning cover.
a grain of sand.
Life itself – enough
He holds hands with
the outlawed beasts, bearing
the world as though it was nothing
but a small, small
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “oasis” , 1996
Published in “Pennine Platform”, 1997
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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature
“Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K., spring 1993.
“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine
“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.” Next Exit
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