It May Be Coming
to keep of a changed afternoon
like grafted skin to a festering wound,
like a painful memory
that will not weaken with time but has learned
to dig and find the blessing within.
Looking out – there are possibilities.
There are strange fabrics in my drawers
and candy wrappers on the floors.
I only hear the quiet pulse of infant hope.
I only feel like turning my head.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Dog Is Wearing Pants Literary Page” November 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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