When This We Feel
Our strength giving away
when love is undermined,
diluted like a ghost is from its human counterpart –
diluted yolk of a backbone
When battling the heat of dullness rising
When battling the waters that cry
for the breath of a sinking dream.
And spheres crack wide
laying exposed the true, the awful intent
of footsteps travelled . . .
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Ascent Aspirations – Friday’s Poems” September 2017
First published in “Creek Side Writing Forum” 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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