Light Rich With Innocence

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Light Rich With Innocence

(for Justin)

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Picking stones from the shore

to give your impressive, delicate

hands.

 

You repeat your

simple words, each time as a new

discovery, dramatic with joy.

 

On the rocking chair in your

uncle’s arms, your eyes glow strange

like flowers do to a heart burdened by grief.

 

You pick the small rocks, one by one,

pile them up – a rainbow tower that only

your pure imagination can see.

 

You hand them to me as gifts

from good fairies, smile

a smile that stretches higher than mountains.

 

You carry your jewels in a glass

showing them with proud delight.

They are to you, tiny miracles.

 

You kiss each one.

You bless and you

behold.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-august-2017-the-stories-we-tell-ourselves/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-4/

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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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Under My Skin

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Under My Skin

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In this month

slumbering onward,

I feel your kick

saying that ‘yes’ a change is

coming – one so strong it will

open many doors along side it.

I press my hand against my

belly and wish for you a healthy world

of open spaces and unwavering affection.

I have no fear of the boy you will be.

I have darkness in me I cannot shake,

but that has no hold –

for it has always been love

that has carried me along.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Dreaming Big Publications”, July 2017

http://www.dreamingbigpublications.com/blog/under-my-skin-by-allison-grayhurst

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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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One Little Heart

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One Little Heart

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One little heart

graced with purity.

Yellow hair and happy eyes

and all the dreams of a child’s mind

like the shape of a butterfly in the drain,

or elephants in mushroom soup.

 

One little girl

dancing to sunshine

making eccentric faces

and laughing outloud.

 

One little child

painting pictures with her hands,

crying hard for babyhood

and spilling her fears on the ground.

 

One little heart

unknowing of all the gifts she gives,

of how much love she allows to live

and change this place called home.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine”, July 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/eagle-bound-by-evil-kind-that-hasno.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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Still brimming with awe,

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Still brimming with awe,

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and cuddling sweet against your

father’s welcoming cheek.

Still bizarre in the light of

your unique humour and stubborn

as the apple tree is strong in the

happy earth.

Turning One tomorrow and all the things

you’ve learned in that span –

to say a word, to grow in kindness and

in temperament, to laugh out loud.

All the things you still are – a soul

of amazing riches, thoughtful and gentle

and so sure of yourself.

Still entranced with all things small and new.

Still each day we awake to your beauty

as we look into your strange sea-coloured eyes

and bend to smell the strands of your wispy hair.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/07/peer-owlish.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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Almost a Girl

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Almost a Girl

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We play with sounds,

making a flower out of tissue paper.

She bounces a ball,

miming the harmony of its rise and fall.

She paints with strokes

that calls the orange seed to bloom,

and all the while she dances

to the starlight’s tune, loving

its brave expression.

We read tales told in rhymes

and sniff the picked herbs

in our garden.

Every morning we count spoons

and watch the boys play next door.

She knows her colours purple and blue,

plays Boo! behind the door.

Her body beats an ancient symphony of affection,

loving easily my inviting arms.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” July 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/07/peer-owlish.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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Siblings

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Siblings

Her laughter breaks your fold,

wedding you to your primal joy.

Your extremes keep tune with her emotions,

setting them close to yours and your

canvas of sharp colours.

She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber,

just the charm of your sleepers

and your dimpled cheeks.

She loves you like kin should,

dancing for your comfort and crazed

intensity. She makes you

happy, her soft voice connected

to you like a necessary limb.

She is just a small child, and you, have not

even arrived that far, yet already

your steps are locked – each one’s light clearly

helping illuminate the other’s.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Antarctic Journal” September 2017

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/poem-siblings-allison-grayhurst/

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/tag/grayhurst/

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/soul-fountain/contributors/

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/soul-fountain/contributors/

http://www.antarcticajournal.com/soul-fountain/contributors/

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First published in “Poet’s Corner”, June 2017

https://poetscornerblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/06/siblings/

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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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We Hold These Persons

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We Hold These Persons

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We hold these persons sacred

because she is larger than herself,

beautiful and simple, and he is the deepest moments

always on the surface.

              Hers is steadfast and tender,

hers is fierce and dignified.

Hers is the kind heart in open view

and the trust of a one so pure.

              His is the intaking soul and the outpouring

of complete vulnerability,

of defiant vulnerability.

His is the heart in someone else’s eyes.

His is a mischievous joy, a gentle hello,

the hug of a million sages,

the hurt of a drunkard’s unspoken truth.

              Hers is the rapture of every bird,

a voyage through a multi-layered atmosphere.

              His is raw and chiming.

              Hers is on pressure while soaring a light blue sky.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “1947, a literary journal” July 2017

http://1947journal.tumblr.com/post/163350337679/we-hold-these-persons-by-allison-grayhurst

 

Published in “AWS Publishing” July 2017

 

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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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