I think I was

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I think I was

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I was that man

climbing the stairs to the hospital room, that man

with wavy brown hair and open eyes.

I used to live near the moors where

I would go to re-enact Thomas Hardy fables,

choked with the sorrow of outcast women.

I was that man never reaching the room,

never able to mourn except on paper.

As that man, I dreamt of India –

one day I would go, be under its large, unusual sun,

maybe hold hands with a beautiful deity.

As that man, I never went to India, I died

too young.

As that man, I remember a split in my soul,

the violent burn of uncontainment.

And I remember the feel of bare feet

slowly walking across wet moors.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Straylight Literary Magazine” September 2015

http://straylightmag.com/archives/6176

http://straylightmag.com/archives/category/poetry

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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.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder. 

 “I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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4 responses to “I think I was

  1. mukul chand – new delhi – 51 year old entrepreneur who has traveled extensively around the world for work and pleasure , is based in New Delhi, India. A passionate traveler born with a love for flora and fauna, is an active naturalist and amateur photographer. Here he shares his unique insight into Incredible India revealing its mysterious and exotic treasures. Writing from his heart he shares his experiences as he crisscrosses this vast and amazing land.
    mukul chand says:

    Great Post.

  2. namelessneed – N.FT.Myers/Port Townsend/East Lansing – Hurried home from the all night govt factory job to finally "let go" into my Real job making up stuff for attention . Love the books,the films,the music. trying to get regular daring to spill some.
    namelessneed says:

    lovely and moving/ thank you again

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