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The Boy

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Under the limp tree

he sits, curing himself

of the bawling rains &

patchwork

            gardens.

He inhabits heartbreak

& hunger as a primitive,

refusing all

that does not measure with

            instinct.

The cloud’s configuration alters him

like a new philosophy.

He thinks of the cosmos

like a bird, who plays its part

            blamelessly

under the yawning cover.

Destiny is

a grain of sand.

Life itself – enough

            imagination.

He holds hands with

the outlawed beasts, bearing

the world as though it was nothing

but a small, small

            shadow.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “oasis” , 1996

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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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