Funeral

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Funeral

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The photograph of her face –

bold as one who knows herself completely –

as the bagpipes blew

and I could hear her voice

gently humming the tune.

There were strangers everywhere

in the crowded room of grievers and

in her daughter’s eyes. It was

only her

I loved and her I will miss.

She cradled the land ever so deeply

and dreamt elaborate and graceful worlds,

etched in the smoothest of stones.

She is shared by so many.

But for me, my love was personal,

and it is not so easy to hold

this severed vine of gold, not so easy to let go

of her rare and destined heart

that helped give shape to my own.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Poetry Community” June 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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Hit The Mark

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Hit The Mark

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This sunrise, rushing

from your pores, smooth and

bright as perfection

has trailed out from a loving home,

out from the endurance of a decade tattooed

to your skin.

You, under the spotlight

bearing no fractures

are as close as the bone is to the shell.

And everyone was transported, gliding

through your soliloquy like birds in

a cool spring air.

A coming together, a rejoicing of all

your struggles, the last completing thread,

magic and kindled by your spiritual voice.

Animated like silver dust on still water, you arrived.

You made the world, at last,

understand and listen.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology ” July 2017

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 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 not new

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It is not new

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to hold out a hand

and find something dead

cupped inside.

It is not love that loves

through essential compromise.

It is God we speak to

everytime we verbalize,

and God will mend even the ones

who think they’re saved.

It is the cracked jaw,

the splintered bone and expressions

of boredom and greed that

disease a child’s innocence.

It is how we deal with the senselessness of being

that makes us either deny or realize

a gift of spiritual wonder.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology” July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/allison-grayhurst.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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Child

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Child

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As wounding as

the stars reflected in

the river, yours is a beauty

too big to embrace.

You are the everlasting miracle

that walks these floors each morning

and day, marveling at every turn.

Your easel is full of yesterday’s colours.

There are songbirds under your bed, and in the closet,

are assorted hats that call to you to try on

and wear down the hall.

You are the syrup on my toast,

the first tulip of spring.

Before you, I was too afraid to dance with freedom,

crippled by a servant mood.

You are the open door where teddy bears

dream and live – a soft, unhindered love

that cures the hardness

overpowering any room.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/06/someone-new.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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No Other Way

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No Other Way

Is there a voice

as sharp as a cut nerve,

or an answer to unravel

this relentless groove?

Is there divinity in stagnation

or purpose to a dead womb?

Can even a great love withstand

evenings of always the same

bleak gestures – a snapped jugular,

a lost future?

Is it burning like an enemy in our closet

or like a miracle denied?

Is it a triggered revolver in the pit

of all our youthful promise or a transmuting faith

that rides this kissless wound?

If we give this back or give it up will it be

the bed to hold us, will it nurse our roots

to flower, or drop us unwanted?

Will there be rescue from this slumbering void

or just the iris of our common eye looking, looking back

at its old and destroyed self?

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Thirteen Myna Birds” June 2017

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Published in “1947, a literary journal” June 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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Change of Address

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Change of Address

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I long for the tree I am missing

by the window on a sunny morning.

Shadows are like an empty vessel

and I count the days like coins,

passing frantic from hour to hour

into this good beginning.

I will settle, discover

my happiness on this side of

the threshold.

I will toss my past into the river

and watch it surrender to the undulating tide.

The walls of my home are vibrant with love.

I will walk to the corner, learn

a new road.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Scarlet Leaf Review” June 2017

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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In Perspective

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In Perspective

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Watching with chaos

rampant in my head, the unbroken

bread leaves me dreamless.

But that will be for now and though

grace is dim, it is near like the ghost

of a dead loved one. The wind warns me

to keep breathing. These bleak months will

work themselves into a monumental miracle,

and every gesture I do today will paint my

room new for tomorrow. In all the places

that count, joy will be fed. It says

humble your sail and drift with the hungry tide.

It says, hold this sand and plan your next

sculpture. Soon these cruel days

will be a grain lost

beneath some ageless waters.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Lucidity Poetry Journal, Vol 31, No. 3, Fall Issue” July 2017

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Published in “Stay Weird and Keep Writing Publishing” June 2017

   

https://stayweirdandkeepwriting.wordpress.com/2017/06/03/allison-grayhurst-2/

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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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