The Gentle Seed

Allison Grayhurst


The Gentle Seed



        The gentle seed

has changed face and made

its being heard.

Thickened veins, oversized

breasts and hands that no longer sing

are reflections of the pulsing heart

of one who has not learned

the ways of the human cry.

No voice but the kick and turn, but

a destiny yet to begin.


        The gentle seed

that has grown within me

is like candy on the tongue,

like fruit to the green insects and

spring to the marigold, is a no-turning-back

and a waiting-to-behold.


        The gentle seed

that will forever be part of my own,

has turned death on its side,

showing me peace in the remains

of my burnt garden.



Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst


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.First published in “Communicators League” March 2017

Three Poems | by Allison Grayhurst 


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