Son – almost one

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Son – almost one

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Through your eyes

of blue infant glory, fresh

as a yawning bird, I see

heavenly bodies turning

and the last of summer’s flowers

appear. Fragile as the space between

the void and faith, your beautiful hands

were born to tower over the stifling air

and shed mercy on my wound.

Your perfect-shaped head is full

of milk and magic. Under your seat,

music flows and you are my light:

a third to add to the other two.

Thank you for your raw temper and

the gemstone of your dimpled smile.

What would my days be without you?

Without the air or this living dream

to behold?

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Writers Haven – Verse Land”, 2014Writers Haven - Verse Land - 2 Writers Haven - Verse Land - 1 Writers Haven - Verse Land - 3  Writers Haven - Verse Land - Bio 1  Writers Haven - Verse Land - Son Almost One 1

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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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One response to “Son – almost one

  1. I pick out this line, but really, every line shines like the sheer glory that is this poem. O, thank you for your heart.

    “Through your eyes

    of blue infant glory, fresh

    as a yawning bird, I see

    heavenly bodies turning

    and the last of summer’s flowers

    appear.”

    Like

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