One Little Heart

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One Little Heart

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One little heart

graced with purity.

Yellow hair and happy eyes

and all the dreams of a child’s mind

like the shape of a butterfly in the drain,

or elephants in mushroom soup.

 

One little girl

dancing to sunshine

making eccentric faces

and laughing outloud.

 

One little child

painting pictures with her hands,

crying hard for babyhood

and spilling her fears on the ground.

 

One little heart

unknowing of all the gifts she gives,

of how much love she allows to live

and change this place called home.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine”, July 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/eagle-bound-by-evil-kind-that-hasno.html

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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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Almost a Girl

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Almost a Girl

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We play with sounds,

making a flower out of tissue paper.

She bounces a ball,

miming the harmony of its rise and fall.

She paints with strokes

that calls the orange seed to bloom,

and all the while she dances

to the starlight’s tune, loving

its brave expression.

We read tales told in rhymes

and sniff the picked herbs

in our garden.

Every morning we count spoons

and watch the boys play next door.

She knows her colours purple and blue,

plays Boo! behind the door.

Her body beats an ancient symphony of affection,

loving easily my inviting arms.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/07/peer-owlish.html

 

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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Siblings

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Siblings

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Her laughter breaks your fold,

wedding you to your primal joy.

Your extremes keep tune with her emotions,

setting them close to yours and your

canvas of sharp colours.

She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber,

just the charm of your sleepers

and your dimpled cheeks.

She loves you like kin should,

dancing for your comfort and crazed

intensity. She makes you

happy, her soft voice connected

to you like a necessary limb.

She is just a small child, and you, have not

even arrived that far, yet already

your steps are locked – each one’s light clearly

helping illuminate the other’s.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “The Antarctic Journal” September 2017

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/poem-siblings-allison-grayhurst/

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/tag/grayhurst/

Contributors

Contributors

Contributors

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First published in “Poet’s Corner”, June 2017

Siblings

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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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