Someone other

Someone other

 

 

Someone said – “Be sensible,

a song is essential only if it can be traded.”

Someone squandered decades of rich meaning

then died on the rafters of an abandoned ballpark.

 

Intellectual dreams have no limitations,

strong in complexity, strong without drama

or disappointments.

I will dream intellectual, taste desire

as an idea, be friends with the professional

and marry into a profession.

How much time does it take to fashion an identity,

keep it with solid sides and a resistant core?

 

Someone said – “Don’t bother

nothing is for keeps, ideals exist

until they inevitably become soiled and then

start reeking of their opposite intent.”

Many years seized you up in spasms,

aching and making

a mockery of such extremes.

This planet is overstrained, never a gentle

day of just sitting.

Someone said – “Learn mediocrity

if you want happiness.”

Faith must be fought for, in every choice,

in the mid-days of winter and when

love has gone astray.

 

Someone said – “Deal with the collapse of

what you hold as true – contemplate it like a cloud

that shifts form and wisps away.”

 

I heard that someone, but the joy of love

is real even when it lies flattened. Hope

is not for the faint-hearted, but for the persistent,

the reformers of gravity, the warriors against inertia.

I say – Hope void of illusions

draws its first breath as faith

only in the purity of compete darkness.

 

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Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2022

https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-second-may-issue/

https://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-13/

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Inheritance

Inheritance

 

 

The end is almost here,

rises like a blessing

like a storm, demanding

my commitment,

to go inside, hide and pray.

 

The end overthrows

the engrained pattern, arrests

the spread of illness and holds

the future like a tiny turtle in an egg,

struggling out of its shell.

 

The end is an escape route, a mind

losing consciousness, asking to be caught

before the body lands on unpolished

concrete floors, deprived of a buffer, asking

for a soft act of grace, a reminder

that love exists even under the executioner’s hood.

 

The end is happening like forgiveness happens,

a miracle stronger than duty and grief,

strongest of all efforts –

a clean slate, consolidating

each action, blanketing over

every direction

to and away from home.

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Borderless Journal” May 2022

https://borderlessjournal.com/2022/05/14/poetry-by-allison-grayhurst/

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