He threw his clock
into the sea,
tossed the years
into the fire,
trod the foothills
higher still than yesterday.
Beyond the summits
of tomorrow
rising past the craters
of his grief
he danced and fell
and danced some more –
he laughed and wept
and laughed again.
And that’s when lightning struck.
With open eyes
and flashing needles
all his poems
were loving-sewn
into the walls
of evermore
and Cosmos was complete.
.
(c) 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Sometimes delight dances on waters sparking we sunlight, and we simply sit back and let time march with the dancing of the waves.
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I could practically live this poem. Wondrous! Thank you so very much for sharing!
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Awesome visuals here. Beautifully written 🙂
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Absolutley gorgeous and clever but simple and beautiful. Thankyou
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Ah, if only every story had such a stellar ending. Beautifully done, as always, my friend. This is especially powerful and stirring!
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Thank you to everyone who read this, and for your comments. You know how sometimes it’s just REALLY hard to put your idea into words? This one still doesn’t quite do it… will probably do a revise down the road. 🙂
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This a often the way I picture the Creator moving in the universe! To say He created all with “his poems”!! Thank you!
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Thank YOU, Granbee! 🙂
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Sometimes I think I’d like to sit and listen to you say the words for me–they’re so point-perfect and I’d like to hear your actual voice! (Hope your back is improving, sister!)
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Caddo, that’d be fun to actually hear each other’s voices! Thanks for the nice comment, and the good wishes (on my back). 🙂
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Lovely! Beautiful to think that perhaps the universe might have been created in such a way.
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Thanks for your nice comment, Story!
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I think I know him
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