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In The Tomb
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In the hollow of despair
where bitterness sways from
desperation to self-destruction
and beetles crawl across bathroom
floors on bathroom towels, fearless
as those who have faced and conquered death,
pain and fantasy consume and God
is but a word to mutter to soothe the cut-up skin.
In a night alone with the TV off and all
books read, with tomorrow inevitable as the sun
that will rise, spring blossoms that too will fall
and be crushed by the wheels of cars – pretty white
and purple stains on the pavement – sealed in my mind
like images of dead bodies in a row.
In bed, with no lover to cry to or hide inside
two devoted arms, my heart speeds like fire
through a dry forest – undresses, unveiling
its vulnerable beginnings.
And there, there is something that shifts
like incense lit or like a cat nudging the hand,
something subtle that whispers “hello”.
And my head is raised, looking
with new-born eyes at a familiar place.
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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
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.First published in “Indie Poets Indeed” November 2015
http://indiepoetsindeed.blogspot.ca/2015/11/in-tomb-poem-by-allison-grayhurst.html
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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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