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Anniversary

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Thick and frantic rapids

moved us to believe

that the natural law is sensual.

We walked to islands of

greeny coverage, placed our

hands together and eyed the

circling hawk.

We watched the rocks

with their majestic edges and strange white

colours as the water cupped them in its

thin transparent palms, promising to awaken

a memory of primal wonder.

The gulls speckled the cliffs as the

red-winged bird remembered its song.

We stood and stared at the heavy

waters falling, and in its thunderous

movement, we joined – contained

by our true love.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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We Walk Again

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            We walk again, becoming

the watery breath of lovers

touched by the same vision.

            We feed our skins again

on the shifting flame

that burns all natural affliction.

            We kiss again on home ground,

and do the things of togetherness,

full of letters and sighs and the bones

of our ancestry.

            We stand under the umbrella,

nearing the darkness but staying alive.

            We release all secrets

drenched in the soft light

of a fluid and tender joy.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scarlet Leaf Review” June 2017

http://www.scarletleafreview.com/june-2017

http://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems9

http://www.scarletleafreview.com/poems9/allison-grayhurst-poems

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Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017

http://www.eskimopie.net/

http://www.eskimopie.net/grayhurstmay17.htm

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Whole

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              Sing, for love is in his astounding

form and mind that welcomes the intricate unknown.

In his touch are the things of wings and

a leopard’s elusive step.

              Sing for his heart is a cavern where

mysteries are kept, where my lineage begins

and the mirror is no more.

              Sing, for the sensual stomach, for the

timelessness of impassioned blood.

              Sing, for the connecting limbs, for the

instinctual rhythm inside that joins us higher,

together at the deepest core.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” April 2017

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

Click to access AllisonGrayhurst-Poems2.pdf

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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