Cracked to retrieve

the soft part inside,

the nutritious overflow

that rests open with

a broken shell and will

never regain its symmetry

or means of protection.

Cracked in the nearing Autumn,

fresh as the false dream

has been exposed,


and you realize

that anything true bends

its will to the moment,

relinquishing its authority

to a higher unknown agenda.

Sighs, sings and takes notes

under siege of the shifting

winds, underwater, happy

if it is able to rise

and sometimes float.



Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “GloMag” January 2017

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Published in “The Galway Review” January 2017

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Allison Grayhurst – Three Poems



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