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Ladle, ladder

I lay open under the covers, under

cloaks of heartless yesterdays. My mind

is a string that wraps around the outerscope.

I eat wild flowers, never the lamb,

infused with avoidance, spectacular

acrobats of keeping on, caring little for the outcome.

 

Blundering displays of over-dramatizing

self-aggrandizement revealing the wound

of stunted spiritual development

and crippled attempts at affection.

Round and happy, unstructured indulgences

justified by plump purse strings.

 

Falterings. Mistaken formations.

A perfect line in nature existing.

All the days I felt alone are behind me,

gathering leaves, misty-eyed overlooking

my home: kaleidoscope windows coming into view.

 

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

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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.