Holding Hands

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Holding Hands

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Because I know you and the glow

of your many lives’ rhythms

behind your big heart concealed, revealed

beautiful in its purity . . . because you are part

of my inner tribe – a specimen

of beauty and undefined rich sentiment –

I will never judge your secret vulnerability

or soil your openness with sarcasm,

but instead I will promise you comfort,

a beach of sunlight and solitude –

a mother’s love where God takes part.

In spite of the cold kennel

cruelty out there, you will get through –

as one strong in joy, as one wedded

to charm and the virtue of forgiveness, sleeping

without nightmares.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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Published in “AWS Publishing” June 2017

http://www.awspublishing.com/poetry/404/holding-hands/

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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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Faces of hope

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Faces of hope

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I watch the future

as I watch the motions

of your lungs. I see

so much change and so astounding a discovery.

I see two asleep, plenty full

of love, bearing themselves up

against the world. I see the frames

of two who have no boundaries,

who have extraordinary powers

in ordinary reality, who have presence

and beauty with the added blessing

of fitting in.

I see the advances of light on your skins.

I see the unexpectancy of time

in the simplicity of your smiles.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

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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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SomeOne New

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SomeOne New

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Change is crouching

on my back deck,

behind the pillars

and rotted wood.

Change is tossing in my womb

and giving me a bell to ring.

Like someone new to sing to,

it nicks my forehead with its

broken rhythm. Like starlight

weaving under my skin, growing,

wanting my speed,

change is alive, but small as a rice grain

forming its heavenly head.

Welcome little hamlet of wonder,

welcome from the blue breath of God.

Come see us all and turn this home

of three kindred souls into four.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology “, July 2017

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/

https://anthologyofcontemporarywomenspoetry.blogspot.ca/2017/07/allison-grayhurst.html

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/06/someone-new.html

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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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Child

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Child

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As wounding as

the stars reflected in

the river, yours is a beauty

too big to embrace.

You are the everlasting miracle

that walks these floors each morning

and day, marveling at every turn.

Your easel is full of yesterday’s colours.

There are songbirds under your bed, and in the closet,

are assorted hats that call to you to try on

and wear down the hall.

You are the syrup on my toast,

the first tulip of spring.

Before you, I was too afraid to dance with freedom,

crippled by a servant mood.

You are the open door where teddy bears

dream and live – a soft, unhindered love

that cures the hardness

overpowering any room.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/06/someone-new.html

 

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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Daughter

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Daughter

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Drum, drum

the drake of dreams

and heed the head that

knows it is blind

to all the mysteries.

My hand is here, my

hand to follow. I love your

cleft chin and your strange blue eyes.

I love your laughter at night.

Live like no other has lived.

For you are more than a kaleidoscope,

more than six months of hope and happy endings.

Thank you for arriving, for changing my view forever.

I watch your sleeping face

and feel a thousand souls merge behind your

soft skin. Every day is your birthday, when a new

part of you is revealed like the most beautiful of wonders.

Play with the ropes of many.

I am here, and will always be

yours in love.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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Published in “Novelmasters” May 2017

http://www.novelmasters.org/allison-grayhurst-end-of-an-era/

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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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Her Gift

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Her Gift

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She opens up the cupboard door

and smiles the beautiful smile.

She moves across the hardwood floors,

focused as a hawk.

There is something in her I cannot touch,

that has lived long beyond her short ten months.

She claps her hands and passes the ball. She waves

goodbye and washes the stains from my heart.

She is calm as a resting lion cub,

sure of her place beneath the sun. She is

a good friend, marked by her own brand of humour

with a love so bright it strips anew

even the roots of my belonging.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

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First published in “Moongate Motherbird” May  2017

http://motherbird.com/her-gift-by-allison-grayhurst/

 

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

“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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my child

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my child

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your skin alone is as soft as

a goldfish-back,

your smile is my last breath

and your lips puckered for cooing are

a glorious gain of candy apples.

 

We two are now three

merged in the depths

of touch and long stares.

In the trinity hug, we delight in

the smell of your fresh-washed hair.

We look into your navy eyes,

whispering words you can’t understand.

We break the shell of just-us-two. You,

entering our sphere like a beautiful dream.

You, a gentle symphony that changes everything,

 

like the touching of the stuff of fairytales.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Our Children Are Orchards

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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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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