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The Loyal Unknown
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I would like to hide
from the mountains, sleep
as a thief
in the assaulted night.
How do I compare my
enemies? They all smell
of slain desires,
itching like mealworms
in a bird’s thin crop.
Among the widowed faces
there is
a gateway
into the unfathomable, happy
past: Wolves eyes, I see
confronting with unaware darkness.
The hypocrites play
their tune so beautifully stagnant, making me stumble
into oblivion.
One day when I was walking
on Arizona ground in a dry summer,
I caught a glimpse of
icy love: It came
convulsing
from the sun
to avenge my perfect day. It was an apparition,
reconciling
the whole world
to the paradoxical
cross.
Sometimes smiles
are as irretrievable
as murder.
Someone is watching me
from corridors.
Today, it is chaos.
Tomorrow – a child
will be born.
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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017
http://thefuriousgazelle.com/2017/12/15/allison-grayhurst-2/
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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/
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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature
“Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K., spring 1993.
“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine
“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.” Next Exit
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