Stale Goodbye


Stale Goodbye


From the caverns

of this and that belief

I am pulled like from

a dream into waking.

One seeing locked into

the pattern of my mind

like true love is locked, singular

and for all time.

The dead have been resting on

my shoulder, speaking tales

of living frailty. Lost beside

the morning. I have taken more

than I ever thought I could.

There is no wiping my slate clean,

no way to shed the scars

or forget his great presence

that guided the depths of my own.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst



.First published in “Vine Figure Poetry 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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