My Dreams Come

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My Dreams Come

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I move and lose my frame

of ultimate freedom. Into

immobile dreams, and growing

fast are the fantastic blossoms of my mind.

As the hard core challenge

gets tucked in my socks

like a saved coin for tougher days,

I get weak with the demands on my shelf,

lazy in my intent though still I am

loved. Loved, but lost again and not at the

potential I am asked to uphold.

 

The sound rises in my ear. I put more

pillows under my head. I see the TV light

blind the brighter one beneath my bed.

 

I won’t touch the crown or the things of great seed

until my excuses and ways to crawl under

are called to task and asked by me

                                           to permanently, irrevocably

                                                     leave.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology “, July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/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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