Take This!

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Take This!

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Greed. Grief.

Screaming in the vacant aftermath

where such a scream contains, then releases

the toxins, separates the truth from the immobilizing

confusion of evil.

A smoke cloud of charred pride.

The lie of worry, the torn pages

of prophecy laid out,

caught by the wind, carried

toward God as this scream is

carried – a boxed burden

waved high

              into a dull sky.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “ArtVilla July 2017

Six 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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We Hold These Persons

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We Hold These Persons

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We hold these persons sacred

because she is larger than herself,

beautiful and simple, and he is the deepest moments

always on the surface.

              Hers is steadfast and tender,

hers is fierce and dignified.

Hers is the kind heart in open view

and the trust of a one so pure.

              His is the intaking soul and the outpouring

of complete vulnerability,

of defiant vulnerability.

His is the heart in someone else’s eyes.

His is a mischievous joy, a gentle hello,

the hug of a million sages,

the hurt of a drunkard’s unspoken truth.

              Hers is the rapture of every bird,

a voyage through a multi-layered atmosphere.

              His is raw and chiming.

              Hers is on pressure while soaring a light blue sky.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “1947, a literary journal” July 2017

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Published in “AWS Publishing” July 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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Another Station

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Another Station

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I raced to the perimeter,

stopping at the dot and

found the sun half-gone

like a kiss that never was.

I touched the tree and the tree

did not know I was there.

I peeled the skin from my fingers

to feel a deeper sensation.

The line and the ledge and the no-space in-between.

The devil is bitter and hard. I spoke to the devil

and held time with his eyes. But breaking free,

leaping from the circle – these aspirations

are growing up, taking long and slow breaths,

all the while, becoming

more formidable.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Bluepepper” June 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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