Walkways – the poem – part 6 of 16

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Come upon me like a feather-stick –

sectioning my abdomen like a fruit. Suddenly

toddlers are conversing and the grey cat

takes in the morning. Bundle of weeds,

bundle of flowers. An opening

under the burning canopy. Lifetimes spent

collecting synergy, male rhythms and fixed lines.

God is coming down to hide in your loose-change-pocket.

I dreamt of owning your praise. Swinging from the rafters

in a game of hide-and-seek, I sought your breath,

hand of destined chores.

I played along inside the circle, inside a sack

I could hardly breathe out of. Languishing. A round bruise

forming on my left arm. Place me here. Crown me

or stake me on a tall spike. I am sand thrown mid-air.

No place to collect and land, not even a wave, a bucket,

the forelock of a horse. Not even

thinking in a straight continuation, but there, there, a pebble

between paw pads, then, a minor note locked

in perpetual repetition.

 

Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2014

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First published in “The Muse – An International Journal of Poetry” Volume 4, Number 1, June Issue 2014

http://themuse.webs.com/June%202014/muse%20june%2014.pdf

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You can listen to the poem below:

 

In response to the poem – Walkways:

“This is brilliant! Brilliant. Reminds me of when I first read Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass”. And I wanted to stand up on the city bus and exclaim aloud: “Listen to this!” A comprehensive capturing of human earthly experience in all its dimensions without missing a beat – beyond the conscious mind – dancing with the levels of our knowing and sensing – that we feel but do not always recognize, and rarely, oh so rarely articulate. Clearly, Grayhurst’s poetic journey has taken her to the mountain top,” Taylor Jane Green,  registered holistic talk therapist and author.

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2 responses to “Walkways – the poem – part 6 of 16

  1. This poetry is so rich – so transcendent – I can barely catch my breath to wrap concepts around it.

    Rather, it is beyond words.

    It uses words, to go beyond words.

    I get transported, instead, to another realm.

    I am catapulted to an understanding of earth experience that does justice to its layered potency.

    Grayhurst is an activist.

    Her poetry contributes profoundly to saving us from believing blindly in – or not taking seriously the true subconscious impact of – the dominant the mass media system in which we live and breathe.

    Our currently dominant media system seeks to dumb us down and numb us out to the reality of earth’s multi-dimensionalism; earth’s sacred truth of its staggering breadth and depth.

    Grayhurst helps us escape the matrix of our media mono-culture.

    She gives us a place to refresh ourselves – in a cool, green valley – hidden from the dominant wasteland – where keeping head, heart, body and spirit together are seen, felt and experienced as being normal.

    “Come upon me like a feather-stick –
    sectioning my abdomen like a fruit. Suddenly
    toddlers are conversing and the grey cat
    takes in the morning. Bundle of weeds,
    bundle of flowers. An opening
    under the burning canopy. Lifetimes spent
    collecting synergy, male rhythms and fixed lines.
    God is coming down to hide in your loose-change-pocket.
    I dreamt of owning your praise. Swinging from the rafters
    in a game of hide-and-seek, I sought your breath,
    hand of destined chores.
    I played along inside the circle, inside a sack
    I could hardly breathe out of. Languishing. A round bruise
    forming on my left arm. Place me here. Crown me
    or stake me on a tall spike. I am sand thrown mid-air.
    No place to collect and land, not even a wave, a bucket,
    the forelock of a horse. Not even
    thinking in a straight continuation, but there, there, a pebble
    between paw pads, then, a minor note locked
    in perpetual repetition.”

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