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Three Poems by Allison Grayhurst February 4, 2015

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Three Poems by Allison Grayhurst

between my fingers

I feel the vibration of deep dives
and hard climbs, reaching plateaus away from flesh and air.
I ease the split with closure, heavy flesh squeezing tight against more flesh
and letters that speak only the necessary truth. I am through with money
and other ridiculous creations. I’ve decide that it is solo or it is nothing –
that there will always be a lack and always, inspiration.
I found myself a tunnel, wide enough so it looks look like flat land.
I found myself some seeds that would not grow.
This is the stuff to walk with. This is hard and it is wonderful.
Between difficult places, I long for war, but know
what I really long for is connection. I know that a wound of loss,
a wound of deep disappointment, is really
a sugar bowl.

Shedding

It is the cure for us,
locked on soft land, our
music combined and the golden
ether Earth that so often evades us
is revealed with tangible ecstasy – us
stripped of every worldly moor and medal, just
us lying true to our bold callings, eyes locked
shameless, raw as the sun, whole as we were before
we were born, in one another’s arms, returning,
recharging, elemental as dying.

Cull The Extremes

Waves upon waves of tenderness
permeated the edge of eternity. My
secrets were stretched across the sliver of morning moon.
Rainy day before the children rise
and the pulse inside me is a bird who
can’t find a place to land.
It is the heat and the dread, tangible
as death – and it is the dance on old,
infertile ground that helps the butterfly along.
But I am passed freedom, immune to invention.
I am a sun-scorched park that has no shade.
I take the spider out of my mouth. I shape a skull with stiff fingers.
My sanity buckles under in the washroom, before the mirrors,
buckles under the tension, under the dichotomy
of bliss and chaos.

Allison Grayhurst pictureAllison Grayhurst is a full member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 425 poems published in more than 220 international journals and anthologies. Her book Somewhere Falling was published by Beach Holme Publishers in 1995. Since then she has published eleven other books of poetry and five collections with Edge Unlimited Publishing. Prior to the publication of Somewhere Falling she had a poetry book published, Common Dream, and four chapbooks published by The Plowman. Her poetry chapbook The River is Blind was published by Ottawa publisher above/ground press in December 2012. More recently, her e-chapbook Surrogate Dharma was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press, Barometric Pressures Author Series in October 2014. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay; www.allisongrayhurst.com

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