On my shoulder
I feel the weight of many years
being licked into oblivion.
I feel a new being being born
in my shoes. And in the bardo-crossing,
I have tasted the anguish
of change, have touched the
hot poker between palms.
I have cried in my confusion as love
came to clean the dirt in my hair, cut
my fears in two to swim in my belly
like tadpoles collected as a child.
The wind is in me and the apple seed sprouts
its fragile sapling. In my mind I see the world
as never before, see the wolves
as fractured, fragmented souls, sniffing
at my door. I see patterns in the air
holy as the sun. Dreams are believed into truth.
My breath has won.
.Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Temporary Lunatic Literary Zine” 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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