What Is Good

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What Is Good

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Wonder. Wonder

gone to the birds

to feed with the little people

and the Friday harvest.

 

        I know my vision and

        know the unaligned vertebrae

        and the horror of sinking under

        the world’s dubious sands.

        Give me a gate that blesses my being,

        let summer be gone.

 

Wonder. Wonder

bake me in the wonder

of a child’s first year, and

a softer way of seeking.

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.First published in “Winamop” January 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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It is

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It is

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the state before the beginning

when the breath is about to be released

and faith is gaining speed.

It is the morning coffee cool enough

for the first sip, and the child’s wakeful eyes.

It is the first smell of autumn and the lover’s

anticipating skin.

It is the radio at midnight when the clutching claws

of awful Fate have been unarmed and the star

you wish upon is no longer a dying light.

It is where the enemy is blessed and all unspiritual fears

are let go. It is the shattering of a pattern.

It is the peace that comes when the heart

is softened and the arms are open,

trusting the life to be.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Winamop” January 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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In the centre

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In the centre

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there is the blindness of the salamander

born without eyes, there is the knowing of old age

that the end must come soon and when it does, the hope

that it arrives like a gift.

 

In the centre a frog goes swimming

and people continue with the day.

There is no stopping of time, no one to lift your hurt

and make it one with their own.

 

In the centre, it is equal on either side

and all the windows are open, inviting –

a space, the place

before a dream comes true.

 

In the centre where the crisis is over though

the relief is still beyond grasp,

there is this, the surety of only one thing,

in the centre, standing.

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Winamop” January 2017

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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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Without Hunger

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Without Hunger

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I shed the skin of my appendages,

I call my name a song

and count each familiar note.

I found a friend under a chestnut tree,

needing time before declaring our bond.

I caressed a horse’s upper lip

and loved him like my own.

On foot I travelled my life,

listening to secrets from the crows.

And love discovered me in the shape of a man.

In his burning depths he brought me home.

He is the flesh of my hand touching,

my waking eye and the dipping of my roots into

water. Together, we formed a child, blue

like twilight’s blue, like the coat of a rippling river.

Together we come alive by her smile.

In a foreign wood the lilies bloom, the snows

of winter thawed, promises are kept and

the broken bones of passion are mended

like a piece of ancient art.

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Winamop” January 2017

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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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Break The Chain

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Break The Chain

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Sealing in like a roof does

the house of age,

bitterness tells the time of all.

Like a toothy tiger in the greenery

blazing its look

from prey to prey, what the

years have let down flashes into the eyes

where love once reigned.

Throw the rock into the river and be fresh again.

I need to let go of the greed for security,

and trust the path I have chosen.

The caterpillar weaves then flies.

The infant wakes with a startled cry

then smiles when seeing a familiar face.

I will believe again in what voices mock.

Forgiveness renews and no one can

stop the night from ending.

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Winamop” January 2017

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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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A Matter of Risk

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A Matter of Risk

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              I have believed more in the magic of the stars

than in God’s miraculous hand.

I have buried my head in the inevitable pattern,

crossed channels with the whisperings of the devil

and put my money on the line.

              Now I still sway, maiming my faith with fear.

I reach for the roots, then tug a leaf.

I stand tiptoe to see beyond the barrier of fate

and am left with the wall and difficult breathing.

              I call out to be released consciously

from this dog-pit struggle.

I look beyond the future

into the circle.

I cry out

then open my eyes.

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Cavalcade of Stars” March 2016 under the title “A Matter of Faith”

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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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Replenished

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Replenished

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Whenever roused with grief

or shaken by the cynic’s cry,

I feed on your words and warmth

then wonder why I stood so long

held by the darkened grip.

 

For in your subtle bend

and caressing voice,

the rain is petty, as are all the

drunk and desolate things that

send my spirit heaving.

 

Whenever lost

in the crushing swirl

where sick and mindless crowds

roam, I draw up your face

from my memory’s well and

am eased, believing once again

through fear and disappointment.

 

 

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Poetryrepairs Isuue #224” May 2016

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Published in “Duane’s PoeTree” March 2016

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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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