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Did I Dream?

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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

to mourn?

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.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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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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