Gregory Grinham Poems

I set out with a pack 
and a question I could not name,  
walking into a landscape 
that asked nothing of me
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O solemn Night,  
you were my first inheritance,  
laid upon my shoulders 
before I knew the weight of living.
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I have walked through nights
that never seemed to end,
nights that taught me
how to stand my ground
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Gregory Grinham

Down in the hush of the deep,
where colours thicken
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I came from a place where the sun forgot my name,
where days bled into nights
and nights into nothing at all.
A hollow world,
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In the quiet before dawn in Australia,
your voices reach me like lanterns on the water—
steady, warm, unbroken—
a fellowship that travels farther than miles.
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I stand inside the colours
of my own becoming,
where the reds of reckoning
meet the blues of calm return,
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