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Stale Goodbye
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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.
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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
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.First published in “Vine Figure Poetry Page” November 2015
http://vinefigure.blogspot.ca/2015/11/stale-goodbye-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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