Did I Dream?
Did I dream the broken flesh
upon my wrist or only tell
the story I gathered from
my stay in Hell?
What meaning is contained
in the pavement stones or from
a solitary searchlight?
Do I answer what I see
or only that which bends my blood
Somehow I felt the shadows burn
and watched a butterfly rise up like a leaf
from the earth – yellow.
Sometime I was changed,
and saw the patience of God
and the over-rated bliss of power.
Do I remember the day I lost my curtains?
Yes. And I remember
that first evening star.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Yellow Chair Review, Issue 1” May 2015
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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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