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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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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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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I still think of you

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I still think of you

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in the morning,

when the winds play across telephone wires

and winter’s trees.

I carry your face before me

like a sacred chalice, or a goal I cannot reach.

There are things that have changed me,

but the loss of you has split me wide like

never before. I see colours differently. I touch

icicles and give up all other truths. I believe

you are still protecting me, and then I am lost

in the greyness of the sky. Your love is torn

from my side. And now I am altered, I am

adjusted. I am a scorpion walking the desert

sands. I am a gazelle near the waterhole. One day

I am free, then the pain returns like cancer.

I am carrying a child. I am your child

who wishes you could share this journey. But

death has taken your hand. And somehow I know,

darkness is not all.

 

Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “The Stray Branch Fall/Winter 2016” October 2016

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Imprisoned

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Imprisoned

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I cannot lose you

nor live as your body

nears death. And soon

the sun will descend and

your little breath will be the all

to fill my hours. Soon

friends will gather and kneel

for you and for me.

 

What a vicious teacher

this illness is, impotent and

sterile in its madness. Five

months immobilized by pain.

Lingering like a wasp lingers

near a babe’s fresh face,

it takes with it our fear,

our anger, our hope, all but our love

that cranes its touch over this grief,

guiding us through the inevitable.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Purple Patch”, 1996

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Published in “SpinRock Reader Lit 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.

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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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My Heart Creeps

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My Heart Creeps 

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My heart creeps through the caverns of death, examining each pothole, each lost,

decaying soul. And there I find you curled against the light, resigned to the apathy

that has infected your flow. I drift to where the weepers are and the howlers of

animal grief. With me, you go, though your head is barely lifted and your eyes are

dull like sanded jewels. With me, through the eerie tunnels where stones lay in wait

for us to stumble upon – stones of helpless rage, stones of defiant fear, of

overwhelming hopelessness, of blaming life for what must be endured. We manage

together beyond these rocks of bitter doom to an opening where an angel’s steady

hand strokes our spines, loves us in our wanting, though we see no change, see only

sickness, months ahead without cause or cure. The angel sleeps beside you, merges

its goodness with people who help to give me strength so I can give you what you

need. We journey as friends whose souls combine. We press foreheads and wait for

the burden to break. The angel speaks in the wings of crows who pass our home day

and night. The angel speaks through the T.V. screen, through the smile of your

compassionate caretaker. It tells me to hold on, to hold you, be patient in this grief.

The angel holds my hand. He cradles you in his dress. He tells us death is nothing.

Death will not come. He sacrifices his breath to you, then kneels for your recovery.

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Copyright © 1998 by Allison Grayhurst

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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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Review of The Longing To Be: 

“The contents of Allison Grayhurst’s book The Longing To Be are both personal and universal and are described in such thematic and golden terms that one can see that a lot of thought has gone into each line. The poems are written mostly in free verse throughout, with both rhythm and soul weaved into them. For some poems, the layout seems experimental, and there is definitely a playfulness in the way that the words and verses fall onto the page. Others do conform to a “norm”, whatever that is. All are dramatic and thoughtful. These are layered poems with new horizons presented to the reader in every re-read. The effect is to keep things fresh with poems that constantly surprise in spite, and because of, the number of times being read. I thoroughly recommend The Longing To Be as a poetry book to study carefully and cherish far into the future,” poet Brian Shirra.

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Fatal

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Fatal

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When I saw your blank eyes

and your face terrible and thin,

I thought of a night with no mercy,

I thought of a new form of life that only

the slowly dying can know, that tortures

the wearer like having no exit from a haunted house.

I thought how quickly my father died without

the tight throat and mindless whispers, and of you,

long ago with your blue eyes, clear and independent,

swimming with the wonder of discovery.

I remember your walk – giant, focused – that now

with only one leg, you will never know again.

I thought of those nights spent watching your hands

bring strength and comfort to the clay

like they would to a lost child.

 

Now I praise you with those same hands, frustrated,

trembling, searching for your mother tongue.

I praise you with the blankets pulled off

your dying limbs, forgetting my name

and the reasons why I love you – you,

always so brave an individual, now like a hymn

torn away from the nadir of its voice, away

from the zenith of its song.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Profiles in Poetry Literary Zine” November 2015

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Published in “Duane’s Poetree”, May 2016 under the titel “Elizabeth”

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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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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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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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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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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Stone Face Literary Zine” November 2015

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Published in “The song is” 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.

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