When I met an angel she was on a subway car

 

 

When I met an angel

she was on a subway car

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Dyed, dull blonde,

roots showing, hunched

over, more than middle age.

No conversation, but

a half smile, a slight nod and

looking affectionately, in my mind saying,

“You should already know

God is here, present when you have no

strength to even ask or search, when both sides

of the tunnel are blocked and the only

way out is up, through loose earth and an inevitable

collapse. God is here, you know,

I am.

How many times do I have to be obvious

to re-kindle your faith?

How many times have I loved you,

drenching you with miracles,

sending you to the depths to find flight,

sending you to a choice of yes or no, so you can

remember

I love you – where trusting me is loving me

is all there is left always to do?”

When I met an angel, she was on a subway car,

temporarily normal – at once

personal, at once divine.

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Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Prachya Review” September 2015

 

 

new poem – not a poem

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new poem – not a poem

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Block and embrace the energy action,

circular, the fastest stroke of curved precision.

Bend to grow strong and final as a setting sun

seems to be.

Above all else, wait for the promise to gain

momentum, height, far from where

the common acceptance will allow.

Wait for the baptism, the tenth time around, baptism

into deeper layers of valley rhythms – heaven is in these depths.

Fulfilment and freedom comes better under the weight of

spiritual obligation to God.

       To God:

I climb close to you. I find you outside

of my lineage, including my walking and my

destination. I know you now as a solid

certainty. I love you though I am still

close to breaking, close to you,

permanently placed on the threshold

where all things begin and all things end.

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Published in “Aji Magazine, Issue 4” Spring 2016

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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.
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dead cold moon

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dead cold moon

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Lay it to rest, accept

it like gravity or the

flight that lasts only moments

before a fall.

Excuses made to maintain the shrine of inward pressure,

voyaging to the harbor then back out to sea, never

touching shore or dipping a foot into the ocean.

I tried to make a quarantined country, a library

of unreal tales, a mythology without leaven.

Spear-headed, tossing, unwrapped and wailing

before a shattered creation. Playing unnoticed.

It is dark. Too many rulers burnt by stubborn commitments.

Children give courage to each other, mountains bleed.

Resting is replenishing, ambition is irrevocably removed.

I am nothing but God’s child.

I am nothing except when living

with consciousness that I am

God’s child – servant on a dead cold moon

a servant saved

(burning still)

on that dead cold moon.

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Published in “The Wagon Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1” April 2016

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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.

“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,”  Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.

“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. Grayhurst’s poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.

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