I Split

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I Split

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I split in years around

my tattered body.

I have no grace as I sleep

in this flame and crowd my mind

with futile wondering.

I peel my footprints from

my sidewalk journey

and land like an avalanche

over house and home.

Terror I smelled when the miracle appeared,

and pain is the terror that haunts well

past its time. I am arched

over the sandy mountain waiting on

the tide. Like water, like music – I am proud

to hold you near but I cannot love the way I hoped I could.

I am yellow and swollen with a darkness that has dulled

my lover’s appetite. Soon trees will be bare.

And silence is like grief, holding me O too near.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Writers Haven – Verse Land” titled “Change”

http://www.original-writer.com/verse/poetrywriting76allison.html

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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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2 responses to “I Split

  1. I LOVE THIS. I read it like singing a song or doing a dance – the next line not necessarily comuting for my rational mind – but my heart somehow anticipating the next note, the next step – what IMAGES:

    “I have no grace as I sleep

    in this flame and crowd my mind

    with futile wondering.

    I peel my footprints from

    my sidewalk journey”

    Like

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