Shift

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Shift

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Everywhere I’m looking I meet

the eye of the wall and still I know

I have five fingers to count

and the chance of discovering any colour

other than the ones I’m seeing.

For me, it is tears without compensation

that make me break and smoke the city.

For me, on the subway, in time

hurting and heaving and pulling apart my nest

is the end before the start, before the barrier breaks

and all that remains is the choice of glory

or ultimate slumber.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Beakful” May 2017

http://beakful.blogspot.ca/2017/05/shift-by-allison-grayhurst.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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Down The Rusted Needle

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Down The Rusted Needle

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Down the rusted needle

     into a work of art –

            fast-paced, missed out on

          the joy of nothing to do.

The eyes as sharp as the nerves,

                        permanently over-wrought,

          performing surgery on every detail.

A million white feathers

          tipped the scale, and babies only panic

                                    for lack of love as does

            the most hardened of us all.

Needing some absolutes like

                        “destiny” and God’s voice sure

inside my head. Needing to feel

            that this ghetto of closed dreams

                        is just me reeling in my cowardice –

an unacclaimed somebody.

            But to wait on the telephone or TV or some

          future killed-anguish in this place where nothing blows

            nor ceases to burn is like a decade with no holiday or

          a cracked egg on the lawn.

            But to try and try not to envy the for-sure catastrophe,

          the happy Amen or someone young

who has overstepped the madness.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947: a literary journal” May 2017

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/160570747814/down-the-rusted-needle-by-allison-grayhurst

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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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Difficult Neighbours

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Difficult Neighbours

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It is hard enough to

relinquish privacy, to love

the tilted child running across

our lawn and shake hands with

the thinning curve of a shadow,

and yet by the standards demanded,

love must be most given when

the enemy appears, when the stone has hit the window

and the fence is knocked down.

Love must be that thing that rises

like a balloon above the forest fire,

and rises when every instinct bares its claws.

And we, the givers of the jewel have no excuse

to hate from inside closed doors,

nor to offer our smiles only when it suites us.

Now is the time spoken of, when the sandbox has

been robbed, when the treeline has been plucked,

and boundaries need to be set.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Poet Community” May 2017

https://www.thepoetcommunity.com/9969/difficult-neighbours-a-poem-by-allison-grayhurst

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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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Fear

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Fear

It calls from the depths of tomorrow

like a drought that cracks

the once-dependable earth.

It lives out there, drives

the nine-to-fivers from their beds

to rush the highways and miss

the monarch.

It has found my hearth

and meets my faith head on.

In hunger, in the bandage of rising debt,

and in once again dipping my toes over this

treacherous edge, it will not let

me go. It drills its home into my belly

like a fatted worm, and year after year my prayers

cannot wound its faceless pulse.

It has become familiar though I promise

to feed it no more. It is my blindness,

though to all other eyes it is a blessing

that should drive me to conform.

I know it when I sleep and rise, but

I also know the tale of the lilies in the field, and

I believe in heaven.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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Message

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Message

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In fear I look at the sun

though comforted in my core

by the same bright substance.

In fear I know myself nothing,

unworthy of grace, blending

like the rest into infinite shades

of non-committal grey.

But then peace is found unlike the peace

told about in books, peace buried

deep beneath the piranhas and mirrors,

buried where all the horrors of self-inadequacy

must be walked through to reach its dispelling breath.

In fear my barriers are built like rooms to enter

to stop me from finding the open door that beckons me,

that says to me – lay down your guilt and defenses,

                let self-forgiveness wash you,

                and hold your enemies in open, strong arms.   

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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All Hands Down

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All Hands Down

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Into the seams of non-existence

the cherished expectations of life descend

like a mother who loses her infant to the

turning of time, or a seed its husk

in May’s noon light.

There are heights to head towards,

compacted by the weight of reality’s call,

and a carpet to tread, unfamiliar with your footsteps.

In August, the summer will soon be over. It is

the shadow that falls from electrical wires that makes you sink

into a moment without hope. It is watching sparrows

on eavestroughs that removes you from your daily struggles

and puts the flower back in its perfect place.

Waking to dread like a wave that pulls you under

every morning, motioned by the same ten-year cause,

and all the time you know the grave awaits you like every other,

and it is just a matter now of growing old.

The street is still, even in late morning.

The buttercups have not yet bloomed.

You hear the wounded at your doorstep.

You have stopped waiting, but even that is not enough

to see you through.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Spillwords Press” May 2017

http://spillwords.com/all-hands-down/

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“Absolution” – sculpture and photo by Allison Grayhurst

Copyright © 2012 by Allison Grayhurst

 

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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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Mother

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Mother

A gentle goodness

has joined her rhythm.

Her social gift

is why she is so loved,

and for her compassion

that she holds out without

envy or pride.

Hers is a nature that forgives,

making room for the outcast and

the brave.

 

When my heart arched beyond recognition,

she bore her own ancient wounds

to ease my lonely labour.

When her husband died, the light was cut out

of her eyes and a new light awoke that carries in it

the weight and ravages of death.

 

I need her like family,

like a good friend

or water in my mouth.

She gives substance to my shadow,

moisture to my pores. She blocks out the sounds

of the noonday world, being for me

someone to talk to and someone to sometimes

lean my fallen dreams upon.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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