Odie

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Odie

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You will not die

my golden companion,

you will not leave me

without your sweet warmth,

not without your familiar eyes.

You will only find a new way

of surviving.

I cannot admit the enormity

of what appears as truth.

I cannot admit there will be no

miracle change.

I can only see your soft cat beauty,

your orange blanket of fur

and a way around this danger.

I can only see what I first saw in your eyes –

innocence in need of someone to trust.

I see you as someone to be with me,

to rest by my feet at night,

someone to always keep my stories

tucked within a quiet stretch

of your feline soul.

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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.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder. 

 “I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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Little One

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Little One

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The baseboard lifted. The light

was absorbed into the carpet. I tried.

I cried when you left me, but it was only

for a year then the drug of your sweetness

reformed into a mild sadness, washing my

nerves with the thin film of egg whites.

I imagined you sleeping curled up by the door. I imagined

your voice in the morning, lonely and frantic for affection.

Those nights when we said our long goodbye – one night

when our eyes met and I thanked you and you thanked me,

was a gift without fault, was your dignified funeral – the rest

was husk, instinct, the result of your physical pain.

The rest when remembered breaks my belief, but then

I know your life was good and I know we had

fifteen years of warm connection,

we had love.

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First published in “Rusted Rose Poetry Forum” November 2015

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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.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder. 

 “I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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Tied

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Tied

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I will hold you one more time,

I will not be afraid of your passing.

We will bond on the eclipse of your life,

our eyes locked in gratitude and unspoken

understanding.

Thank you for sharing my home, for being

a part of my family. For so long, I missed you.

For so long, we have loved one another with

unsurpassed equality and depth. Your gentle intelligence

has carried me through many storms. Just

to be with you, sometimes, was all I needed. This one,

I will have to walk without you. I will have to say goodbye,

my sweet and perfect soul, goodbye my pet panther,

goodbye my many-lifetime friend.

We are lucky to have loved one another.

We will join again where there is no bleeding,

no dulling of the skin. Bless you, go easily into God’s arms,

go freely: You have loved. You have been loved.

You are eternal.

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Published in “Stone Face Literary Zine” November 2015

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“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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As My Blindness Burns

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As My Blindness Burns

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Without these things

of rainbow and insight

I stand, fragmented

by despair, fleeting as daylight,

composed of failed hopes

and held-back tears.

 

Young, like truth is

when first found,

are the swollen joys

of new understandings.

And secret still is

the unsculpted future

that rises unexpected without

resolution.

 

The muses of this universe hold faith

and doubt equally

in their impregnated beams,

and me with my hideous cowardice

that grows stronger with age, hides

the things that challenge

and direct me to an edge, ignoring the

simple surrender needed

to grow and to deeply be

someone.

 

This city sobs

when hearing its own wind die,

takes in its industrious hands

the sluggish and the bitter.

 

And the few who rebuke

this smog-breathing serpent

lean depleted in each other’s arms,

hoping to embody something beyond

the world or melancholic pain.

 

And here, wanting, each slave is born, each

mistrust upheld like a perfected attitude.

 

People hold conviction without vision,

walking the subway floors, staring

out to empty highways.

Stale are the nutrients of each wished-on star.

Stale ambition bleating into

each small ear.

 

Lament now the corpses in caverns,

in parades and family restaurants.

Lament the eclipsed beauty of impulse,

the restraint of every compelling break-a-way.

 

For just one hope to tread behind

Jesus’ sandal, freeze,

then crack all chains.

 

I would delight

in the struggles of individuals

conquering the downcast clouds

that hinder and fill a soul

with stagnant woe.

 

But like I am, sick with human

needs, political and ungenerous, I face

the storms and hide my pleas inside the

thunder.

 

Naked, lovers divulge

their infinite shades. Lovers

lean like dried up trees against

an autumn’s ground, lean

for mercy and for each

affection denied.

 

But love they do

in the wintry airs

trying to overcome

personality, imbedded habits,

each other’s foreign sphere.

 

I am pale, forgetful,

I lie awake all night taken down,

breathing the vaporous stench of

decay, in nightmares,

while kneeling before

the brightest flower.

 

I watch you thinning,

keeping

my anguish private,

for none will accept my five open

senses, the reasons for my withered will.

 

I cannot embrace my interior

with humble affection, but must

know the labyrinth’s breathing tide;

mysteries renounced, complexities explained

by pensive reason.

 

Where I sit, seeking the inaccessible cure,

madness comes to kill through dissection,

definition and spiritual systems decreed.

 

In water I am numb,

drifting dazed through dark

androgynous waves.

 

I think of whispering to your waiting grave,

of netting grief and memory,

starving each of their sustenance

blind.

 

But then alone, in death, in life,

connection is our bread,

our higher air that beckons and repairs

the cracks that would kill on

tougher days.

 

How long to hold you in this sandpit sinking?

How long to watch your unwilling heart fade?

 

That I am through with annihilating snares

Through with the brutes of cold consuming despair

 

Through your life yielding to

sudden disease, through the closed door

that echoes strong sighs like screams

down corridors of love’s

last stroke . . .

 

Longing for nether fields,

I want to run

in these subterranean, primal places, want

limbs of fire, eternally

red and dancing over the waking darkness.

I want to seal you

                                               

into the living Divine.

 

I am suspended, believing

the horror will not come, believing

death will not make

a skeleton out of you.

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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst

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“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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Reviews of  ‘Journey of the Awakening’:
“Journey of the Awakening is the first book of poetry that I have read of Allison Grayhurst. While reading it began to sound familiar, the comment to myself was “She is as good as Sylvia Plath”. When I finished the book I read comments from others who referred to her as “In the style of Sylvia Plath”; Ms Plath, one of my favorite poets had no match until Ms Grayhurst’s work. Congratulations to her on her achievements, I am already a ‘fan’, the love of her work will continue to grow,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet and author.
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“Grayhurst is a great Canadian poet. All of Allison Grayhurst’s poetry is original, sometimes startling, and more often than not, powerful. Anyone who loves modern poetry that does not follow the common path will find Grayhurst complex, insightful, and as good a poet as anyone writing in the world today. This, and other Grayhurst poetry volumes are highly, highly recommended,” Tom Davis, poet, novelist and educator.

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It Just Moves

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It Just Moves

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The house is cold without you.

It has a strange rhythm,

an echo without a voice.

How to sleep, drink coffee, grind

the work-a-day toil, cast out by death,

dumb now in the stillness of your absence,

how?

Because you have always warmed me,

calmed my erratic, overcharged pursuits.

Because perfect closeness was ours – my stomach

is split, my forehead is tight, folded. Forgive me.

Cherish me still as I cherish you – let this not be

the end for us. I see your half-closed eyes. I kiss

your forehead. O love! It hurts! It is all unreal.

How can it be over? How can I emerge from this

hollow? I wake and you are gone.

I see you everywhere, but you are gone.

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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.

Reviews of ‘Pushing Through the Jelly Fire’:

“This, (Pushing Through the Jelly Fire) is my second favorite book of poetry by Allison Grayhurst. I have it in paperback. I read a lot of poetry across a lot of blogs but Grayhurst’s work stands above the crowd and is of tremendous quality. I highly recommend this and The River is Blind. Her quality of writing is of a high standard and never ceases to lift my spirits as I turn pages in paperback or kindle,” Bruce Ruston, poet, photographer, founding editor of The Poetry Jar.

“Another Grayhurst masterpiece, Allison’s work has inspired me to continue creating and reading poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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Pregnant After a Death

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Pregnant After a Death

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I kneel for you, for the small

flower unnamed. Within

where apple trees never grow, another

fire catches. I dream of toadstools

and my father’s dark warm eyes. I call

you my literature, my sweetest harvest.

And my husband and I, we make notes

in the mirror, we go shopping, holding hands.

We talk of you like a morning glory, we smell the spring

and are proud. We begin to know you

like a separate constellation, like someone

entwined by all these loving riches.

God has taken and now gives, letting

the tears and this blessing take equal hold.

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“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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Not a Ghost

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Not a Ghost

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Wide as the wind,

your spirit is around me.

I see your hands on books

and hear your voice as though

it were still your own.

I miss you again like the first day

when Death showed you its secrets.

I remember the love you gave, your

pride and your directness. I want to tell you

the things I have learned are not worth an ounce

of your lost affection, but still I have learned

to sail through this barren sea. I have learned

that I can. A year and half have past

and there is more time still to come.

I have feared this world without you,

but now I know because you were once here

the world will never be without you.

The sidewalks will forever hold your weight, others

will always speak your name with warm admiration,

and I myself am part of you. You are in me

like a main artery, a bloodline that fierce death

can neither dilute nor sever.

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First published in “Indiana Voice Journal, Issue 10” May 2015 (Originally titled “Legacy II”)

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“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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