The Vision

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The Vision

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Everglade, a line on the wall.

The vision flares up and then it sticks –

for mercy and grace surround it as it feeds

then leaves it to chart its own road.

A baby’s belly. Dried food on a shirt.

The vision knows its worth, but is chewed

to crumbs by survival’s demands and by faith

that falls when it is called to risk everything.

The vision is fuelled by love as people hurry by

with hopes of security

which mean nothing at death.

I am out of the whale, into the ocean.

The fly in the corner never had its say.

The vision is God in my bloodstream.

It takes the last morsel with promises

of returning the soul completed,

blanketed in much more than antiseptic hearsay

and convention.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “In Between Hangovers”, March 2017 

https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/the-vision-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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The Last Stance

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The Last Stance

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The fear settles on my shoulder

like a bug on an eatable leaf.

Imploding as the sun inches across the sky

from morning to twilight. From the

nadir to zenith of all my belongings

and hopes of forgiveness – I cannot swim.

I cannot stand underwater, like this,

a person attached to a puppeteer’s strings.

I hide in the cupboard. I turn on the TV

and blood leaves my veins. Countdown.

Counterclockwise the months spin,

happiness is cancelled by anxiety’s throne.

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “In Between Hangovers”, February 2017 

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https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/02/18/the-last-stance-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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I forgot to remember

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I forgot to remember

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the drive that brought me here,

your face and the windows you leave ajar,

the way you hold a hand to my furrowed brow.

I forgot the feel of your lean body

curled against mine, to take the garbage out and

rake the stench from our yard.

  I forgot I am not only one, but more because of you

and our own. I was a dead bud

that with your unwavering love

discovered how to feed, remember

and finally, unfold.

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “In Between Hangovers”, January 2017 

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https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/i-forgot-to-remember-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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Turned

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Turned

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I turn my head

stiff with anxiety’s brutality and shame.

I fill my lungs with the cold fumes

of survival and find myself

lost from the legacy of miracles on my garments,

lost from the jewels under every stone in my yard.

I turn my head

and I see again the gifts that pull me through,

every time, each time at the last minute.

So why do I suffer in doubt, blistering

with fears that never hold water? The world

teaches me it is calculating and void of mercy.

God teaches me of only mercy, of treasures

astounding and undeserved but given with the love

of a thousand parents to their only child, teaches

me not to listen to the babbling crowd so full

of good advice and my future’s concerns.

God speaks of grace, with grace manifesting at each

brick corner I face. At every impossible deliverance,

I am delivered.

I release my held-back breath.

I accept your goodness like a song that has finally

developed to fruition, sunning the darkness once so coveted

in my head –

              turned.          

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Spirit Fire Review” January 2017

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http://www.spiritfirereview.com/single-post/2017/01/15/Spirit-Fire-Review-January-2017-Issue-6

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http://www.spiritfirereview.com/single-post/2017/01/09/Two-Poems-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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It is told again,

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It is told again,

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the tale of a woman

buried by family and mountains

of laundry. Hollowed-out with

nothing to speak of, not the love she

feels when she sees her children smile

nor the fire in her lungs that longs to explode

onto the canvas of what kept her alive from

the beginning.

 

It is told again, a week of work and half-sleeping

nights – when joy is in the palm but is hard to

experience, for the poetic nutrients that keep her

mind’s eye vivid is robbed of their effect. It is not

time nor eternity but the simple task of claiming what

is hers, of demanding the chance to be on all sides fulfilled.

 

It is told again,

but this time she will break the cards differently –

her chores will be abandoned but her children will see

their mother as one who refuses to hurt

beyond repair, who holds herself an equal

and never releases

the grip.

 

 

Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “In Between Hangovers”, January 2017 

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https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/01/07/it-is-told-again-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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Always There

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Always There

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The door’s ajar

and my body can go there,

through the small space of light.

To make a landing for me

in the tumultuous rantings

of existence – held out

a moment, reminding me of how

to be alive with you there,

feeding my weakened gut, breathing

my breath, speaking of a love greater than

any love, and in doing so, forgiving me my

distractions and daily rituals of despair,

forgiving me for forgetting the magnitude

of your cloak that warms both in and out.

The gift again at my doorstep. The times

I do not look for you, then you find me.

 

I am not afraid. I am just a citizen – yours, even when

undirected, cynical and spent.

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Seventh Quarry, Issue 24″ Summer 2016

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http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/index.asp?id=88

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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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I Dreamt

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I Dreamt

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I dreamt that you guided me

across the barren roads,

up steep stairways

and into the rooms of a kind stranger.

I dreamt I killed the Buddha,

that I fell headfirst into a blue flame fire

and felt no features of hopeless defeat.

I dreamt you were covered by

half a shroud, waking with a picture

of God in your hands.

I dreamt we were thrown together, flailing

our limbs until we entwined before the grave,

before the growing old.

I dreamt we kissed. And praise and guilt

were devoured by our sensual labour.

We found a doorway near that natural ocean.

We were crushed then cured by the heavy tide.

I dreamt you loved me as you do just now –

there was no loneliness, no voice withheld

                          and no place of shame.

 

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Junk in July Poetry Zine”, November 2015 

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http://junkinjuly.blogspot.ca/2015/11/i-dreamt-poem-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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