Colour of Earth

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Colour of Earth

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        Should I be

an aqueduct of faith

flowing and falling

onto the paralyzed streets?

        I know flowers

are infinite. I know the way is

risk. But I cannot climb

that blistered mountain

or hope for a gentle wind to save.

        My mirror-ghost rises whole

with tangible flesh, too visible to bear.

        And clouds obsess me.

 

Green forever. Green is

the ego waning and love

that grows in wild orchards.

        Red is our age and our wait

for greatness inside the owl call.

        Turn here, turn there – kill

the wheel and the virgin flight.

 

        So much unanswered. So much

we must inevitably lose.

 

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2018

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2018/05/a-great-wind-came-rushing.html

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The Loyal Unknown

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The Loyal Unknown

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I would like to hide

from the mountains, sleep

as a thief

in the assaulted night.

 

            How do I compare my

                        enemies? They all smell

of slain desires,

            itching like mealworms

in a bird’s thin crop.

 

            Among the widowed faces

there is

            a gateway

into the unfathomable, happy

past: Wolves eyes, I see

confronting with unaware darkness.

            The hypocrites play

their tune so beautifully stagnant, making me stumble

into oblivion.

            One day when I was walking

on Arizona ground in a dry summer,

I caught a glimpse of

            icy love: It came

convulsing

            from the sun

to avenge my perfect day. It was an apparition,

reconciling

            the whole world

to the paradoxical

                        cross.

            Sometimes smiles

are as irretrievable

                        as murder.

Someone is watching me

from corridors.

 

            Today, it is chaos.

            Tomorrow – a child

will be born.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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For Every Rain Cover 5

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Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017

http://thefuriousgazelle.com/2017/12/15/allison-grayhurst-2/

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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Looking In

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Looking In

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How easy to feel the weight

of choice, mutually

with the burden of circumstance.

Childhood ripens then wilts,

and in your unguarded hands, only

shades of poverty-stricken

summers remain; enormous & unavoidable.

 

What is real is not always the same as

what is eternal, yet those days,

when overabundant with love,

reappear, and strangely, make a difference.

 

You hold a torch, moving urgently through aqueducts

towards icy light. When you reach

the blue loneliness of abstraction, secretly

you are sure

the fullness of truth has rushed away

from you; and that this knowledge

too, is unusable.

 

You flourish beside the lightheaded angels. You carve

in stone, in vain

their god-affirming songs. You stand

outside, alarmed. You disappear.

 

Time hangs in your thoughts like an imaginary lover.

You look in the mirror and see

a great void, a perfect smile . . . and see

there is still so much left

to learn.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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For Every Rain Cover 5

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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