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As We Walk
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I spent an hour listening
to the grey and cooling sky, and the blackbirds
that gathered low.
We are but gestures sown
by particles of love, desire and greed.
Few are one tapestry, most are a bit of
all three.
There was a plague in my eyes
that has thinned my expectations, but
I am better.
Being in love this long is like a voyage
underwater, swarming with glorious and
dangerous beings.
You will always be the one to hatch my breath,
the catching flint when I am shipwrecked,
and the good thing I can hold up willingly to the light.
We have been shown there is no grave,
only the mourning. We have been shown
it is the aging in front of each other
that makes aging wonderful.
I no longer worry about what I am going to say
because there is you, with the scent of autumn
strong in your hair.
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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “The Artistic Muse”
http://www.theartisticmuse.com/september-2012-archives.html
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Published in “Creative Talents Unleashed blog” April 2018
https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2018/04/26/as-we-walk-author-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.
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Sheer poetry and I LOVE the title and cover of the BOOK!
“We have been shown there is no grave,
only the mourning.”
“I no longer worry about what I am going to say
because there is you, with the scent of autumn
strong in your hair.”
Revisiting this poem, I comment again:
This is one of those Grayhurst masterpieces. Strong with the scent of sound philsophy and insight.
I learned greatly from reflecting on this line and owned how they each show up in me:
“We are but gestures sown
by particles of love, desire and greed.”
This next line is so true and so important for me not to fall into. My expectations about what is possible and my emotional faith in my desires is paramount to my well being. Following my inner intuition and outer synchronicity toward that which I think I next want – is vital to keeping my life force alive.
“There was a plague in my eyes
that has thinned my expectations, but
I am better.”
Amazing way of capturing what it’s like to dance with the various parts of oneself and one’s partner over time:
“Being in love this long is like a voyage
underwater, swarming with glorious and
dangerous beings.”