Twilight

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Twilight

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There is a beat in the darkening air

that whispers of love and laughter

 

There is song in the rippling wind

so moving

so unmeasured

that even dreams

cannot meet its glory

 

There is colour

There is more than power

in one stroke

in one fallen ray

that gives rhythm

to a discordant day

 

They say

Night comes

like death comes

                   eventually

 

But there,

Oh there!   The first star . . .

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Copyright © 1989 by Allison Grayhurst

Before the Dawn was published  in 1989 by The Plowman, written by Allison Grayhurst under the pseudonym of Jocelyn Kain.

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Published in “The Peregrine Muse” July 2017

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First published in “The Plowman: A Journal of International Poetry” 1989

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Reviews below of Allison Grayhurst’s chapbook “Before the Dawn” were published in the “The Plowman – A Journal of International Poetry” 1989:

“Throughout these 54 poems there is a ring of truth, an honesty few poets inject into their writing. I hope there is a follow-up to the book, because it leaves one with the desire to hear more, to know what will happen next, to discover the net result of the woven pattern of emotion and intensity that will come from the pen of this stirring author,” poet C.F. Kennedy

“Jocelyn Kain’s chapbook Before The Dawn, is thick with mixed images of rain, smoking cigarettes, the sea – images that appear in other poems, but in Kain’s poetry, the images come alive in a melancholic dance of the soul. This book is fresh, emotional, quality poetry. If Kain’s talents continue to improve, she will someday prove to be a noteworthy literary figure,” poet Davy Wood.

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Naked Side

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Naked Side

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I’ve seen the destruction

of visions, the penetration

of a good cause, seen souls

anesthetized by sadness.

 

The only constant is endurance,

is the thing that jumps out from

the void then reverses back

into its indifferent swallow.

 

One change, then the moment

slips into a new glimpse of understanding.

 

One small desire fulfilled and all pain

is humbled.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

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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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The Loyal Unknown

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The Loyal Unknown

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I would like to hide

from the mountains, sleep

as a thief

in the assaulted night.

 

            How do I compare my

                        enemies? They all smell

of slain desires,

            itching like mealworms

in a bird’s thin crop.

 

            Among the widowed faces

there is

            a gateway

into the unfathomable, happy

past: Wolves eyes, I see

confronting with unaware darkness.

            The hypocrites play

their tune so beautifully stagnant, making me stumble

into oblivion.

            One day when I was walking

on Arizona ground in a dry summer,

I caught a glimpse of

            icy love: It came

convulsing

            from the sun

to avenge my perfect day. It was an apparition,

reconciling

            the whole world

to the paradoxical

                        cross.

            Sometimes smiles

are as irretrievable

                        as murder.

Someone is watching me

from corridors.

 

            Today, it is chaos.

            Tomorrow – a child

will be born.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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