Tag Archives: philosophical

Resolved

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

Resolved

 

 

            Forgetful, in exile,

in the fires of failure,

honouring suffering

like a story told in form,

a totem-working of visual permanence.

            I bore my marriage

to the joyous wilderness in one hand,

and sacrilegious duty

in the other.

            Today, I join these hands

to create stability, sanctuary,

creativity touching ground and discipline.

I burn the dead wood, releasing

my prisoner-identity and climb out of

the fishnet into deep fulfillment like

into a valley with a lake and untamed

foliage all around.

            The pull and tug of two lives is gone,

tension internalized as useful energy,

as something to be incorporated, harnessed,

the generator of a mature dream – a dream

with no division, bound,

and happy to be bound.

 

 

Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

 .https://issuu.com/allisongrayhurst/docs/book_32_-ways_of_mercy_-_the_poetry_of_allison_gra

.

First published in “Atunis Galaxy Poetry and anthology” March 2021, August 2021

https://atunispoetry.com/2021/03/19/allison-grayhurst-canada/

https://atunispoetry.com/2021/03/

https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/and-international-poets-and-hannie-rouweler/atunis-galaxy-anthology-2022/paperback/product-n5g48k.html?fbclid=IwAR1mKGISmlWXwnPXUy20mNRM4DKCF-zRuLxqRKVrUKuvtnRlDbDIDYsQ_i4&page=1&pageSize=4

.

.

Published in “Synchronized Chaos” April 2021

Synchronized Chaos April 2021 1Synchronized Chaos April 2021 2Synchronized Chaos April 2021 3Synchronized Chaos April 2021 Resolved 1Synchronized Chaos April 2021 Resolved 2Synchronized Chaos April 2021 bio

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-april-2021-escape-room/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-12/

.

You can listen to this poem by clicking the link below:

 

 

Interlude

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

 

Interlude

.

Upon the window’s sill

I saw a ghost walking

of a young woman veiled in grief

with sunset hair and moral eyes –

her death drifted to me like

a scent. I called to her, with

overflowing sympathy, but the grave

was now her bed and the enemy-world

was her heart’s betrayal. I saw her sit

then look to the sky, her tormented forehead

glistening as the rain did on the roof’s old shingles.

She spoke three names softly, and over and over their

sound ripped my skull as if the sun itself had entered

to burn all hard-held secrets out.

I loved her like someone I had long known and understood,

watching her, hardly visible

as the rain pushed on.

.

.

Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

3013

Currents - pastlife poems cover 4

BookCoverImage Allison GrayhurstTrial and Witness back cover final

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

.

First published in “The Screech Owl” and “The Screech Owl – Issue 2”

Screech owl 2 picThe Screech OwlThe Screech Owl InterludeThe Screech Owl 2

Screech owl issue 2Screech owl issue 2 aScreech owl issue 2 dScreech owl issue 2 eScreech owl issue 2 bScreech owl issue 2 c

http://thescreechowl.com/the-apple-tree.html

http://thescreechowl.com/the-owl-loft—store.html

http://www.lulu.com/shop/july-2014/the-screech-owl-issue-2/paperback/product-21709779.html

.

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

.

You are wrong

Posted on by Allison Grayhurst

 

You are wrong

. 

You are wrong as the emptiness

that fills the space after rejection –

monotonous and monotone, a faker in the flesh.

Once taking up a whole continent in mind,

you were the designated bearer of sunlight.

I cared for your wrists, your pulse, the offspring

of your brilliance. I stood beside you, always a little lower,

maybe sterile, never enough. It was that voice that weighed

inside of me holding a gravity of its own, glorifying

even the cold intake of breath after words, your words

that meant more to me than memory, that wore into me like

acid painted on my skin, scorching, welcoming because

they were harsh and indisputable. But now

I exile you from my soul.

Your spring cleaning is death to my desire.

You are wrong and flat and you

don’t smell the same. You exist, but only as a chair does

or a house full of boring furniture. You have two

feet, still standing, but I imagine nothing hidden in your eyes –

what I see is beyond my attachment, easy now

to walk away from.

.

..

Copyright © 2014 by Allison Grayhurst

Walkways cover 2

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

 

First published in “VIMFIREmagazine”, October 2014

Vimifre 2Vimfire 2Vimfire 1img466img467img468Vimifre

http://www.lulu.com/shop/a-collection-of-various-authors-and-artists/vimfiremagazine/paperback/product-21891811.html

http://www.amazon.com/VIMFIREmagazine-Collection-Various-Authors-Artists/dp/1312489723/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1424212230&sr=8-1&keywords=VIMFIREmagazine

http://www.vimfiremagazine.com/

.

You can listen to the poems my clicking below:

.