(angst is the awareness
of our separation
the wrong direction,
working the plain side
instead of the hard side
like liberty on my tongue
and a white line drawn across
The line was crossed
with a thumbnail and a toothpick.
The line was walked
before the maple tree grew
up to be a child’s special vision.
The dream was broken,
stretched to destruction
by waiting too long
but always reaching
the indefinable clarity
that arrives at the moment
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Mechanical Medusa Poetry Forum” October 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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