(from 1983)
.
You dash me onto the rocks
with waves of passion
and watch bewildered
when nothing smatters.
.
You try again
with swells of poetry.
This time I crumble
over the beach
and you etch your name
in the sand.
.
(c) 1983, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
Very nice Betty.
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Thank you, kind sir! 🙂
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Once bitten, twice shy?
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Could be, Grandfathersky. 🙂 Or maybe, poetry speaks louder than action, sometimes…
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Yes, Betty, guys who wrote me poems used to smash my heart all over the place, as well. Wow, you wrote this 29 years ago? I have said before that you were very developed as a poet at an early age!
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Granbee, so true, the power in a guy’s poetry – what can we say?
Let’s see… 29 years ago I was 36 – that does seem like “an early age” now – but it didn’t then. 🙂 Thank you for the nice words!
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Ah…the power of the pen. 🙂
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Exactly true, Charlie. 🙂
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This is a great poem. Love it. Ethel
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Thank you, Ethel!
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Okay, I literally let out a gasp at my computer, Betty!!! WAY Good!!!!! It’s such a vast experience in such a compact poem….mmm, love it.
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Thank you, Caddo – your “gasping” comment made my day!! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Awww…I love this one, Betty! 🙂
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Thank you, Lauren. 🙂
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Big 🙂
I knew I should have started writing poetry earlier in my life.
David
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Thanks for the 🙂 David. I think the urge to write poetry can blossom at any time in one’s life. (I’m just glad that you DID start writing it – and sharing it!)
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Beautiful, succinct and meaningful words, Betty.
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Thank you, David! 🙂
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Magnificent 🙂
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Thanks, Aurora!! 🙂
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Could there be anything more poetic in nature than the ocean? Perhaps only Betty 🙂
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Awww, thank you, VW. That’s sweet of you to say. 🙂
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Betty! I get this, cause I have been both the beach and the bitch in this poem. I have been the stick and the sand. And though the best we can hope from such a crash course in love making is that both parties retreat unscathed, I know this is never true.
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You’re right, Peter…(But ’tis better to have loved and lost…… and all that! 😉 )
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Oh! the ocean, the glorious, wondrous ocean and its waves, so finely represented in your poem, “Breakers”…
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Thank you for the comment, Lindy Lee – and thank you just for being here!
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Yes, I would also succumb ‘sweels of poetry’ over ‘waves of passion’… Perfect!
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Indeed – me too! 🙂
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