He wakens her
with cinnamon,
stirs the waters
with his fire
and that which had gone still
is moved
and that which had gone silent
speaks
and what had been uncertain
rises steaming from her heart.
.
.
(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
September 27, 2011 by Betty Hayes Albright
He wakens her
with cinnamon,
stirs the waters
with his fire
and that which had gone still
is moved
and that which had gone silent
speaks
and what had been uncertain
rises steaming from her heart.
.
.
(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
Beautiful.
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Thank you, kjp!
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It touched me for some unknown reason. Really beautiful.
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Thank you, Simone – I’m glad it touched you.
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Simple, succinct and really beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks pandamoniumcat – “succinct” is music to my ears. 🙂
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Oh, I SO love this one–climbed right into a memory!
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Thanks, Caddo!
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between the lines of still, silent, and uncertain awakens…
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Love this one! You really took me there!
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Thank you for reading some of these old poems in my archives! I’d forgotten about this one. Will maybe re-post it soon.
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