Unharmed

Unharmed

 

 

       Silent as a predator

on the far side of a hill

nearing, reality inches closer,

hungry and stealth.

       Days inside a half-grown dream

nurturing this ideal that is unable

to fully mature and tower.

 

This hallway fills with sludge,

that hallway with toxic fumes,

and another with mealy worms searching

for a host to infest and consume.

 

If I stand still none will take me

but movement happens without my accord,

time decides, aligns everything to its filthy trade.

 

I see with one eye – linear. I can hope but

my hope is made of straw. I can grow, but in

growing I condemn myself even more when again

I will be trapped and reduced.

 

I can burst through in my mind.

In my mind, I can leave these ruins,

take flight, take shelter,

wilt the taste of defeat,

cover the lamp and pretend I hear

soft chords, harmonies

converging.

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Winamop” June 2022

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My Cup

My Cup

 

 

Dream the light that blazes

over the arch of time.

Plunge in and peel.

Now. You are here.

There is no path, but the path

of intensity, trusting,

even when you fail.

Shave off the matts, the baggage of loss

that has outlived its necessity.

Step on the grass. Reach. Know you are

on the other side.

The past and its broken greenhouse

cracked walls, yellowed stems, rotted leaves

are of another country.

No loss was unbearable.

Torment has transformed,

has been set right and matured.

Happiness is a horse.

She stands before you, offers you a ride.

Be brave as a confident child,

feet off the ground,

in union, in flight.

 

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Amethyst Review” October 2022

Published in “Winamop” June 2022

http://www.winamop.com/ag2200.htm

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below: