Bread & Fruit
Under the deed
the golden intention is hidden
willing to conquer
made-up realities,
fantasies drooling into the brain.
I asked for hope and was given
great love. Although exhausted
I can still reply authentic,
even with enthusiasm.
Honour is pronounced as natural integrity.
Feasting on the yolk, a time when
childishness is reduced to non-consideration,
and even gone are aggressive jealousies and
the rules of the perpetually damned.
Now you are in the sun
like in a dream you have dreamt of for so long.
Strong and capable, the power of liberty
blazing through your pours, into
the rivers and into the seas
everlasting.
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Copyright © 2024 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” Poet of the Month, May 2024
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst.html
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst-interview.html
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Published in “Raven Cage Zine” March 2024
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KziCD-bCLEHpu7HuqF-ipNutR-5Bf_Gx/view?pli=1
https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/RavenCageZine88.pdf
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