Missed the Mark

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Missed the Mark

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I felt I could almost run

the passage.

 

But the mist and

the naked days

of winter’s burning

snows

made my head heavy and

a purpose too slender to follow.

 

A twisted brightness came crashing

through the ghosts surrounding.

 

Nothing but a comforting

numb held my feet to the ground.

 

I thought my blood was more

than words. I thought to claim

my flesh anew.

 

But love shifts like coastal waters

and only the drumming tides

of error and time

can guide me now –

 

away.

 

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

https://madnessmusepress.com/2018/05/08/5-poems-by-allison-grayhurst/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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No Wedding Day

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No Wedding Day

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Held up by the strings

and the ragged chains

of expectation.

 

This is the

last vein to burst,

the last root

to dry.

 

Keep your milk

and music for

the moon – mother

of dreams, mother

of personal metaphor.

 

The marriage ring has taken

its final curve.

From now on, only

a gypsy smile,

only a trumpet blow

for the wanderer’s freedom.

 

Clouds cave over the sun

like a fist. Children play on

the green-pink hills

as all disappointments line up

on the wave of their laughter

to be killed or

pardoned.

 

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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First published in “Madness Press Muse LLC” May 2018

https://madnessmusepress.com/2018/05/08/5-poems-by-allison-grayhurst/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/no-wedding-day.m4a?_=2

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Step Through Summer

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Step Through Summer

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            Dying for my thoughts to fade

into an amnesiac slur, not judge my

convalescent love.

            Waiting for sleep to

move to a higher

octave, away from guilt, blame and

artful blindness.

            The light that falls forever

into the gullies

of souls and skulls – comforts

but cannot heal. The wind too cannot

give like a compass burn.

            I pace the floors, longing

to surrender what I have

to the summer flowers,

remaining.

 

 

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018

https://madnessmusepress.com/2018/05/08/5-poems-by-allison-grayhurst/

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Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” June 2018

https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2018/06/05/step-through-summer/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/step-through-summer.m4a?_=3

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