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Liquid Grey
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These shapes I lose
like the hum of breath, lose
in a room like this
that breeds dumb despair.
I cry not knowing what
such grief dominates, feeling
the gully deepening, crossing
beyond all sensation of the sun.
I am what I cannot tell, am
drinking in this mild death,
discordant as a scream or dream.
I dream in shadows. I work within the zodiac spheres.
I see beyond but cannot kill
my fate nor offer a crumb
of kindness
to my enemy’s mouth.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Dissident Voice” May 2015
http://dissidentvoice.org/2015/05/liquid-grey/
http://dissidentvoice.org/category/poetry/
http://www.occuworld.org/news/author/Allison%20Grayhurst
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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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