Missed the Mark

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Missed the Mark

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I felt I could almost run

the passage.

 

But the mist and

the naked days

of winter’s burning

snows

made my head heavy and

a purpose too slender to follow.

 

A twisted brightness came crashing

through the ghosts surrounding.

 

Nothing but a comforting

numb held my feet to the ground.

 

I thought my blood was more

than words. I thought to claim

my flesh anew.

 

But love shifts like coastal waters

and only the drumming tides

of error and time

can guide me now –

 

away.

 

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

5 Poems by Allison Grayhurst

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