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Missing You

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So intolerable is the fierce drain

of having you but

not having you

by my side.

So hard to talk

on the phone of missing you

while the universe lies veiled and vaulted

from my sight.

While you laugh and sing

and I sleep walk in the sun;

voice, unable to chime; voice

that leaps then fails, calls

to you then crumbles like some

useless gesture; voice,

full of the fury of assassins, soft

like a slug’s boneless belly cries

to you of the loneliness

and of the need; voice

that needs your uncompromising devotion,

but gets mute and lost, then sees

that such a thirst

is fatal.

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts, VOL XXV, Issue 4, Number 288” April 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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So Much Glory Stillborn

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There was you

holding tight to your need, full

          of the killing night.

There was you and no one

exceeded you in your terrible love

          and in your milking

of quiet rains, as in my arms your size

dominated the sun and awoke my wings

          to fan and flourish.

But long before the sterile sleep of years

showered by compromise, long before the tossing

          from side to side, afraid

of kissing and the commitment it may bring.

Long before now, falling prey

          to this angry hunger

that drums an inevitable goodbye

and crushes cruel like cruel will never

          crush again.

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

.

First published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts, VOL XXV, Issue 4, Number 288” April 2017

http://users.synapse.net/kgerken/

Click to access Y-1704.pdf

.

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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