Nocturnal Souls

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Nocturnal Souls

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Those pure, breathable love-notes

written on Japanese paper.

Our house, rain-cold

with dawn dying in every corner.

 

When you sleep

I believe I am made of ice. I travel

in my frozen figure, spiralling,

drilling up

into God’s domain. While you, flat

amongst the covers, breathe slow like

roots, touchable, sacred

as the shadows of my mortality are born

then perish in the wind’s mute philosophy.

Loneliness infects us all. You have told me,

there will never be a simpler tomorrow.

 

Cut flowers lean their bloom on pale walls.

I drop my mouth like wine dripped

on your shoulder.

You wake and find me,

hauntingly yours.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2918

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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

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Kaita

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Kaita

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It is sort of colourless,

the Earth. Though

I can hear the voice of spring,

I cannot help being disappointed at the slow

blooming flowers, that grow up

pursing the sun

to no avail.

Then I see the long boneless bodies

of angels

ascending like arrows

into the depths of a starless sky,

and I think to myself that he

who has gone into

shadows, hissing a private song

is much better off with his visible scars than

their invisible wings.

And I wonder, will he come home

or pass like water between unwebbed feet, to the ocean

where all that is written

is washed away with the sand?

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Scryptic Issue 2.1” June 2018

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Published in “The Electronic Pamphlet” July 2018

https://electronicpamphlet.wordpress.com/2018/06/30/two-poems-by-allison-grayhurst/

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018

https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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Sister

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Sister

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With your random intimacy, you gather

like a fresh season

in my unchanging days.

The letters I write you

turn blue with sorrow, yellow

with self-lies.

I am a woman

bearing this seed of false explanations.

Am I meagre? Have I calculated

truth and love, inch by inch

as severable, solitary desires?

I am sinning beneath a half-moon, wanting

to shape my thighs perfectly,

but I have only two hands to mend this wound,

and even their double skill and devotion

is inefficient for such a task. It is better left

to trust, to fate,

to an open-hearted ruin.

I believe in your perfect happiness,

your nunnery in a Montreal duplex, your discipline.

I will join you someday, look into your priestly eyes

and feel once and for all

upright.

My mind is whitewashed.

Your smile is surfacing

like a cleaned glass swan.

On the shore or in the sandpit

we will arrive,

whether it take over night

or lifetimes.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” May 2018

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http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/

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Published in “New Mystics” July 2018

 

http://newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems5.pdf

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