No ecstasy without surrender

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No ecstasy without surrender

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There is only one way forward,

to surrender into the tar-pit,

the O-no! void-pit, stop resisting

God’s will, start proclaiming light in uncertainty,

in personal dreams defeated where that defeat

gnaws, builds, insurmountable.

Lifting the stubborn rusted lock of what-must-be

to allow what will-be, is meant for me

to own and witness.

 

If death must arrive

then let it be guided and enveloped in

tenderness, without tortuous sorrow,

give me the strength to receive it,

relax into its force, welcoming

with trust and even anticipation.

 

Then maybe gratitude will balloon out, covering wide

in unexamined corners, peace will come in places

where dread claimed victory, an infant’s peace,

an in-the-now glow glory to bask in, released of exception,

uncovering flawless layers- some dwindling, some expanding-

layers like laments spoken, when spoke

removed like scar-marks from the skin,

 

pausing to hear flute whistles, pausing to rejoice

in the broken down alignment with karmic bonds –

diffused like fragrances dispersing, going, cleared.

 

© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “On Possibility: Poems and Poetry” January 2018

http://onpossibilitypoems.blogspot.ca/2018/01/two-poems-allison-grayhurst.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

 

Rodents and Wings

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Rodents and Wings

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Days of holding up the second wall,

sustaining with syringe feedings and lifting

the broken Venetian blinds.

Days of extremes, straining to stay afloat

in a flood of despair and then given a

miracle season of joy until misfortune overtook again.

 

You told me to walk, and I did. You told me

in order to heal the wound, I must first see the wound.

You told to keep the water moving,

make waves with my hands and never stop stroking the surface.

I loved without complaint- washed tiny toes in the sink,

kissed a forehead, made medicine in the kitchen.

My efforts worked, for a while

until they stopped working and death had its claim.

 

At the exact moment of death as I watched a body

struggle to sustain breath then stop struggling,

you gave me sight to see a spirit rising,

speaking of thanks and love and vows,

showed me the ropes of attachment, strings of light

that need release before a soul can give way to illumination,

dissolve intact, no vigor or sorrow, but merging with the whole,

into the light that is blackness, that is not void

but the absorption of all colour, holy.

 

You showed me and still I grew angry and embittered,

at a loss for comfort, destroyed of trust.

Two days I lingered enveloped in this terrible flame,

weeping, separated from the dance. On the third day, you came again,

pointing out a passage of perfect meaning, allowing the sun

to glow and others to be stronger than me.

 

Crystal patterns converging. A crack muted,

a rift mended and filled, memories

and the harshness of a permanent end.

Two islands to surrender to,

two secrets painted on the beach, on the backyard shed, in the inside,

giving in fully to emptiness overtaking,

as the calm begins to carve out a niche

where it can revive, return pure, all parts

tethered faithfully to the wind.

 

© 2018 by Allison Grayhurst

 

First published in “On Possibility: Poems and Poetry” January 2018

http://onpossibilitypoems.blogspot.ca/2018/01/two-poems-allison-grayhurst.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“All I Need” by Kyp Harness

 

 

 

ALL I NEED

 

Well they came and shut me down

On a bright and sunny day

I was tryin’ to walk a tightrope

They took the tightrope away

 

So I turned up my collar and I turned to the East

And shook that dust right off my shoes

Funny when you take everything away from someone

They start actin’ like they got nothin’ to lose

 

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

To get through

 

Never been in with the in crowd

Never knew what the special code was for

I never got the secret handshake

Never got in on the ground floor

 

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

To know what for

 

Ain’t goin’ back down to the village

Ain’t nothin’ left there worth pursuin’

And anything that has to be done by today

Well, to me just ain’t worth doin’

 

Swarms of sparrows in the sunset

Swoopin’ and flyin’ through the sky

I could walk from here to forever

And never match what’s right before my eyes

 

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

All I need is your love

To get by

 

 

© 2016 by Kyp Harness

Review of “River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst”

Published in “Treehouse Arts” and “Natasha Ganes’s blog”, January 13, 2018

https://treehousearts.me/2018/01/13/when-poetry-meets-music-a-review-of-the-collaboration-between-musician-diane-barbarash-and-poet-allison-grayhurst/

http://natashaganes.com/2018/01/11/when-poetry-meets-music-a-review-of-the-collaboration-between-musician-diane-barbarash-and-poet-allison-grayhurst/

 

River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst

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https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/river-songs-from-the-poetry-of-allison-grayhurst/id1293420648

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Beyond The Grave – Author Allison Grayhurst

Creative Talents Unleashed

If all the seeds fell like blood

or blood like seeds into

the ravenous earth and time

was a wagging tail in the dark

then I would know that death would come

by any reason and be a blessing

all on its own. But as it is, death is

the hollow spot of the living – some with

grief and others with fear, and me myself,

it is memory that unbuttons the flesh of my chest

to leave me poked and burning.

It is the hill I climb and stumble

down its rocky incline whenever I return

if only once a day

to meet death’s stalking eyes.

It is not my heart that fails me,

but the things outside

like the shadow on the neighbours’ window

and the frightening madness of so many strangers.

It is here and there like an insect

on my wall, like the fatherly love

I’ll…

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River – Songs from the Poetry of Allison Grayhurst featured in Synchronized Chaos- December’s Issue

River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst

https://dianebarbarash.bandcamp.com/

https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/dianebarbarash3

https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/river-songs-from-the-poetry-of-allison-grayhurst/id1293420648

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0766X9LDJ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507310524&sr=8-1&keywords=diane+barbarash

 

Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/12/01/animal-sanctuary/

 

 

Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2014/02/06/10365/

 

 

Link to the song:

Link to the poem:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/05/23/river-2/

 

 

http://synchchaos.com/decembers-synchronized-chaos-issue-level-up/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-set-to-music-by-diane-barbarash/

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Interviews about “River – Songs from the Poetry of Allison Grayhurst” and three poems

A Little Bit of Magic: That’s what happens when a singer/songwriter and a poet team up

 

Links to poems:

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/05/23/river-2/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2014/02/06/10365/

https://allisongrayhurst.com/2013/12/01/animal-sanctuary/

 

The Album:

River – Songs from the poetry of Allison Grayhurst

https://dianebarbarash.bandcamp.com/

https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/dianebarbarash3

https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/river-songs-from-the-poetry-of-allison-grayhurst/id1293420648

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0766X9LDJ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1507310524&sr=8-1&keywords=diane+barbarash