Marsh
I walk into a forbidden marsh,
to rest from the penalty of my dreams.
I place my head on a pile of wet debris
and wait to see who or what approaches.
If everything was in line with a harmonic tune,
with the uniting truth, then my hopes
would not cling like leaches to my thighs,
reducing me with malnourishment.
I could piece together a path to travel
out of this marsh, out of the gloom
and rotting mulch.
As it is, I am overdrawn,
my bucket is cracked
and my clothes outgrown.
The wind has always scooped me into
its scarcity and a solitary translation
without recognition.
No one sees me or needs me anymore.
The marsh is my devoured saving.
The stench of what is left fills my nostrils,
reminds me of my stagnation,
is the rising gaseous force
of my obvious doom.
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Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst
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“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher Cyberwit.net
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Published in “Fevers of the Mind” June 2023
https://feversofthemind.com/2023/06/05/a-poetry-showcase-allison-grayhurst-june-2023/
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First published in “Vatsalaradwritingworld Magazine” May 2023
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive 100 Anniversary Issue”, July 2023
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2023/07/allison-grayhurst.html
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2023/07/our-poetry-archive-july-2023-issue-no.html
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