From the days

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From the days

Walking and turning

from the days of cous cous

to days of anything can happen.

Once sealed in summer – the four of us

on this ride, flourishing under a brutal sun.

With September flushing in, hurling our

backdrop out of site, I wish for

the world to be a fountain of easy flow

and the hard mast made of stone to lie

flat and serve to stabilize our stance.

I know these things are like necessary money

that we have so little of – but grace

is our bread and we face the drumbeat

whole – holding one another as doors opening, closing

lose their meaning.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Hello P’try” April 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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Your voice

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Your voice

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is always frantic, shooting like bullets

randomly into the air. Your eyes are electric,

tottering on insanity’s indefinable edge. At the corner,

I see you. Myself, wanting to avoid the face

I once believed in, wanting to slow and vanish

before you lift your head and see me –

bright and unaware of the hesitation I harbour –

pounds in my pockets,

I have nothing to give you but trite formalities

and the illusion of ease.

I have finished with you long ago.

I have been raised up

from my desperation. I carry my lamp, fuelled

by a trust in something better.

Your son, like you, has a beautiful smile.

But in no way can he hide

his drowning – lingering for years on fear’s full shore,

serving his dark mistrust

and the cockroach he keeps under his bed.

Bless you both. Bless you for the green grass you tried to grow.

You reached, but never far enough to make a difference.

I have no hatred. I have no longing. I have only

forgiveness.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “1947: a literary journal” April 2017

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/159841169369/your-voice-by-allison-grayhurst

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Published in “Winamop” September 2015 under the title “Rescued”

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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 Arrived

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It Arrived

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It arrived like a knife to cut away

the wound, perfect on the outside –

a miracle of unworn proportions.

At first it was high and bright,

a little less than magic but so much more

than simple bread. Soft, sweet, somewhat

urgent – it pulled you from isolation, helping you

release the deep betrayal that fused to your insides.

Now like summer, its happy season has passed,

and the dull breath of neither-here-nor-there

has arrived. He never calls, never needs

just to hear your voice.

You are unsure if you even like his smile, his style

of polite irritation and control.

Ear to the ground, settling with lack

until you make a decision –

one last effort to receive the miracle in full,

hold hands with someone where love is mutual,

something of passion

to count on.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Now Then Manchester – Word Life, Issue 41” April 2017

  

 

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/issue-41/word-life/

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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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He Must

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He Must

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Bleak and thirsty, the child leaves the church steps

away from his mother. Older now, like a fledgling

facing a cat, he must learn when to take flight.

He must learn of such things as predatory eyes,

as the impersonal hardness of fangs and of heartbeats

that fade into nothingness, into the wind.

He must walk to the corner, stay in the schoolyard by himself,

speak his tongue to the stupid and the mean.

He must stay pure in his burning for heavenly muses,

not become hard in order to hurt the soulless souls

or to defend from the blunt weight of giggling cruelty. He must

take to the woods for awhile, alone with the elder trees,

block out the abuse in the lunch room –

seeking his kindred confidant

(for now)

in the unnameable stars.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “1947, a literary journal” April 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 Destiny

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Change of Destiny

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Finding you, frozen in the spring,

low and diving into the audience long after

the curtain call. You were fire, now you

are an egg, cold, dead as a sandy hill.

You are a weight drowning a beautiful bird

that wanted to show you his home in the glorious mountains.

You were hope, now you are dread,

circling a shadowy vicious form.

Sometimes you return, and the day seems to open into joy,

until the next, when you drop all symbols of attachment

and dismiss every longing gone before.

You were once a dream, a way off this floor.

With you gone, I have no idea where to turn –

defused of purpose.

You once owned me – the mail carrier

and all those expectations.

But you were just another pause on my journey.

Clothed in gold apparel, with promises to curb this famine –

I cannot count on you to fulfill. When I see you, you are small,

still inviting, but without a home.

There will be another that sings to me,

but until then I must remain as I am,

vacated of intention.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Ygdrasil – A Journal of the Poetic Arts, VOL XXV, Issue 4, Number 288” April 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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For Randy

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For Randy

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Love is mercy

living blind in this crucifixion world,

pushed into the fisherman’s net – no seed

that doesn’t freeze and end up like a pebble,

no crowd that keeps its motive

pure. Always, there is loss, grief in the pit of the loins,

extending, radiating into every tiny bone –

hidden, broken or just malformed.

Children are never new and unharmed. But they cry

easier. They sleep with nightmares under their pillows and

outwardly groan when there is no cure to the hostility

of fate. Children do not naturally cling to good,

as some might say,

but are bent in the ways of their parents, trying to please

even that which has hardened long ago.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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First published in “1947, a literary journal” April 2017

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/159162081604/for-randy-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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Holding Out

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Holding Out

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A hundred years of fire and prevention, never enough

to crawl out of the pit, flesh-like, but made

of a shinier substance. Never the ticket,

never the fountain base repaired,

leaking like a broken skull,

nightmares of the phone breaking just when

I have something important to say,

nightmares of treading water,

swarmed by watery prehistoric things,

of being blown apart and not dying,

not resting, seeing love

ineffectual, and God – so far away.

Days of the world having its pulling-tugging say,

and my tongue pulsing with a swelling thirst,

waiting to be swept clean

of heartache and these despairing sensations,

waiting without a photograph or résumé,

just the summer still ahead and my children, so beautiful

that I want to be happy.

 

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Sandy River Review, Volume 37. Issue 1” May 2017

The Sandy River Review

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos April 2017: Sacred Mysteries”

“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) pieces (poetry) have a tribal and timeless feeling, reminiscent of the Biblical commentary in Ecclesiastes,” Cristina Deptula, editor of Synchronized Chaos.

http://synchchaos.com/?p=12964

http://synchchaos.com/?p=12954

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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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