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The Burn
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Burnt
on dreams
I leave you now
as a pauper by the wayside,
tossed overboard like one
not good enough.
It sinks in – assimilates
the remaining glory and soon
all is charcoal and cinder.
It is in the flavour of my breath,
it rides my spine and refuses to fully
consume or to let go.
It is what I see when I look
into the open sky:
No one’s coming in.
No flower is reaching
its petals up for me.
The burn is in the way I sing,
the way I wait,
the way I move my lips to
smile or listen.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Ginosko Literary Journal, Issue 6” 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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Beautifully written. I really like this one.