Say good, say goodbye

Say good, say goodbye

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Bright in the box in the cupboard

where the keepers of conscience and trivia

highjack the pacing depths

to replace it with an easily peeled-off

sheen. It is time to bloom,

to say goodbye to books and playballs of requisitions,

decoding philosophy and revelations in tune

with taking a stance.

 

Death, I am a robin’s feast with

dandelion breath

stalling at the toddler tree

worshiping what is yet to bud.

 

Death, you made me confused, me,

the revealer of the signs,

mountain-top screamer, fencer for

a fourth-dimensional world.

 

Flat rocks in a circle, gulls circling

one graveyard, spot

of significant mourning. Faint lines.

But God is solid, exact, without

need of interpretation. Death

 

is only a layer reached

and removed, when traveled

then traveled through.

 

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Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Setu, Fifth Issue” October 2016
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I will make my way across the water

I will make my way across the water

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I will push my way

through the threshold,

bend over the edge then

let myself go – gravity,

mudslides and rock edges

will dictate my descent, but

I will look up and witness

the starlings amongst the sparrows,

the dislodged grass sprouts that take

the fall with me, above me

in gentle wave-like motions

with the wind.

 

These limbs will crash,

be cut from their flesh, and I will break

only to be reborn, a sapling, myself

graced with lifetimes of memories, stretching

my stem gradually into the light.

 

In time, animals will flourish under

my shaded canopy, and lovers

will carve their initials into my skin,

promising one another their exclusive eternity.

 

I will make my way across the water,

over the threshold and fall

to embrace the ground I came from.

 

Spread low, spread high – a century

or more guardian, a tree-fort reaper in a forest

far across the hill and still

beyond.

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Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Random Poem Tree” February 2017

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I Will Make My Way Across The Water by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in  “JD DeHart – Reading and Literature Resources” August 2017

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Ground Bird Flown

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Ground Bird Flown

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Layers of clear

rainbow shine guide

you through the pyramid portal into

open air revelation.

Joy on a stick, in your soft eyes,

closed in death, with permanent grace.

 

For all the gifts your gave,

daily miracles, flutterings,

vocalizations, accumulating in song.

For your fragile vessel, energy octave

higher than us wingless dwellers.

 

Your fearless power streaked

into the lining of your feathered coat,

patterned gold thick veins

washed in sparkling sand.

 

Beautiful Sage of the flowerbed gardens,

the blueberry, the hempseed swallow,

fearless messenger, angelic power

bound in a small body, you were 

loved completely for everything

that you were, gave,

held lifeforce for. You were

soft, demanding and rich

with good humour

 

stretching, expanding

higher, wider, wings aflare, lifting

in pure vibrant dance, puffed and proud,

your freedom actualized, raised

only inches off the ground.

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Copyright © 2017 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” October 2017

Synchronized Chaos October 2017: Charting Your Course on a Changing Sea

Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

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