Walking

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Walking

A grain I throw

in the water, floating, ready to

sink. I see you – thin as anyone

must be living on such an edge – tense

and tired of holding your breath. So many years –

a raging prophet, flailing your limbs

to keep the barnacles off, to keep the ones you love

close and to keep your mission in perfect purity.

 

These days the summer is dried spit on the pavement.

It opens my eyes to the struggle everywhere – pigeons

waiting for water, children running up the dry incline,

facing a bridge, the great restructuring.

 

You, riding the gilded wing – love is like the Earth’s dirt,

necessary, elemental, and its smell, saturated with memories.

I love you: Sometimes it is easy.

Sometimes I am a woman in God’s funnel cloud,

bending back to look, but seeing only storm.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “FoxGlove Journal” March 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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Something

 

Something

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fell from the tree,

a fruit to lighten my dense cloud.

Last night I dreamt of a charade that pulled

the carpet out from under the world – deception favoured,

gathered for years and then made a mockery of – deception

with a shocking tongue, deception still, but ruthless in its

quest for anarchy.

 

Thank you for my fruit, for a better place than yesterday.

Thank you for the hope for survival.

I will step where you send me.

I will follow your lead. And someday

I will find the place I never knew,

find serenity where once

there was anxiety, fulfillment

in the here and now.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “AWS Publishing” March 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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Lost members of my tribe

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Lost members of my tribe

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            Four were sheltered here

in the purity of spring, and the ocean all around

with its intelligent octopi, its mystical porpoises

and whales of many sizes.

            One of you, eternally young, small,

soft and perfectly fragile, loving freely as a babe

sure of her mother’s arms.

            The other, heavy, carrying around an irritation

that howled at everyone it saw. But I could see

the innocence painted in her eyes.

I could bless her conflict

and love her just the same.

            Number three was fire, sweet as a not-too-hot sun,

warming the field with his golden colour and forthright

demands, needing to love and be loved.

            The fourth was king, ancient as the night sky.

He knew the age of every tree, the faint altering stirrings

of life’s first conception. He was gentle, autonomous, giving,

with a mind that spoke in pictures.

            Now they have all left for heavenly territory.

Their energies stay, and sometimes I still see them

in the hallway, on beds.

I still feel each close to my touch and I know we were blessed

to have walked so many years, needing one another, blessed

and forever remaining an essential piece

of each other’s cores.

 

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “AWS Publishing” March 2017

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/348/lost-members-of-my-tribe/

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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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Where Corpses Lay Unburied

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Where Corpses Lay Unburied

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With you, it is never elemental,

but full of sick layers of manipulation,

youthful but nasty-like selfishness,

like a rotted worm-ridden fruit undamaged

on the outside.

With you, truth is blindness to everything

but your desires. Friendships are hard and sacrificed

easily for the competition’s prize. With you,

there is no backing down, just push push and the tarry

bullshit of your unattractive smile.

With you, closeness means that you must lead,

control each gesture of omnipresent sky.

With you, death without God is majesty,

and everyone around you is only a pawn

in your many twisted, immature ploys.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “StrangePOEtry” February 2017

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Allison Grayhurst /Where Corpses Lay Unburied/

 

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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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World

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World

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Around

in the vast cave where

the entrances and exits were lost long ago,

where the only smell is stale bat dung

and fungus is carpeting (hanging loosely from) the ceiling.

Home is not a place I can find outside

this enclosure. It calls to me – a vision

that falls in my lap

like a tangerine, that slips into oblivion before

I take a second bite.

There are only apparitions here. Apparitions that haunt me

but have no idea of my name.

Apparitions that sit beside me on the carpet, have

conversations then fade into meaningless fluff.

Happy at first I was to meet them, with their pretty pictures

and well-rehearsed spiritual words.

Happy I was to love them like a firefly in this dark kennel.

But my birthday came and went without much fanfare.

And I am waiting still for the darkness to end.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Miscreant” February 2017

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Three Poems

 

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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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Seeing

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Seeing

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I begin a new line of music

to hold the frameless parable.

The room is there

where the field mice nested,

where the insect broke its wing

and still found a way to fly.

Points of power on my walls,

scents in my basement,

a bread basket in my hands.

My wholeness increases, months after he has been gone.

I breathe out my fear and listen to the sounds falling

like flowers, watch the butterfly

darting past the bus shelter, beautiful among grey matter

and Monday faces.

Mythical are the letters of his name saying goodbye,

saying the past is gone and this day belongs

where it is.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Miscreant” February 2017

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Three Poems

 

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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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Field

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Field

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It doesn’t matter what field

you run on, or who has your shoes.

All that matters is that you keep moving

over the hardly visited terrain where garden snakes

and mosquitoes thrive. None of them will kill you,

only blister your stride and then

you will be free of the field, free of running.

You can rest on a wide small hill – look out over

the sky and know you made it – barefooted, bug bitten

but accomplished. You said your prayers

of forgiveness, blushed at your own anger then let it go

as you were running through that field – more

ethereal than not, more heartbroken than not.

 

You ran (yourself a miracle) emptied, hurt, but

persistent. And now, the hill is your home, cupping

you gently in its surrounding breeze.

 

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Literary Yard” January 2017

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Poem: Field

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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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