.
Late at night
after she washes her face
and slips from her dress
.
she becomes a teardrop
quaking with grief
on the tip of God’s tongue.
.
But there —
see how the light
shines through.
.
.
© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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July 14, 2018 by Betty Hayes Albright
.
Late at night
after she washes her face
and slips from her dress
.
she becomes a teardrop
quaking with grief
on the tip of God’s tongue.
.
But there —
see how the light
shines through.
.
.
© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Oh! Betty I am in bits, that is so beautiful 💜💓
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Thank you, Willow, I’m very glad you thought so. ❤️
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It was truly beautiful 💜, and it touched me 💜
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Betty, this is amazingly beautiful:
“she becomes a teardrop
quaking with grief
on the tip of God’s tongue,”
This is the work of wisdom and a willingness to know one’s craft. Very solid poem.
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Thank you so much, trE, for such a lovely comment!
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You’re quite welcome.
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❤️
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So nice – full of beauty and hope!
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Thank you so much! ❤️
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You’ve epitomised that hardest of emotion to capture and somehow rendered it beautiful. I could say that is the gift of poetry. Just unforgettable. 💓
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Thank you, dear Candice. ❤️❤️
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I love your poetry so much
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And I yours. ❤️
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This is so beautiful I love it! Especially “she becomes a teardrop
quaking with grief
on the tip of God’s tongue” I quivered when I read that! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you very much, Deborah – I’m happy you liked it! ❤️
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Wow, Betty, I’m going to repeat what others have said about the second verse…definitely awe-inspiring poetry. Absolutely stunning, my friend…💗💗💗
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Thank you for the nice compliment, Lauren. Much appreciated, and so glad you liked it! ❤️💕😊
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One of your best. 😘
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Thank you so much, Bela! 😊❤️
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😘
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Must agree with everyone else…this is such a gorgeous verse!
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Thank you very much, Charlie!
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I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO REAL, SO ORGANIC CHINA ALEXANDRIA AUTHOR POET
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Thank you, China!
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❤️
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💖
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One of the most beautiful poems ever – I’m saving this one.
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I’m honored, Sharon. Thank you! ❤️
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The pause of “but there – ” is stark and wonderful in how it escorts us to the light. —CC
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Thank you, Carlos….if not for that light, I think we wouldn’t survive grievious loss.
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It is Good that there are still those who can see the light.
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your words are a gift to the soul ❤ perfection.
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Thank you most kindly, Kim. ❤️
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Really beautiful!
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Thank you, Nico!
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Tears have many manifestations. A beautiful capture. (K)
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Thanks very much, Kerfe!
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Beautifully handled, Betty.
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Thank you, Ben. 🙂
Glad to see you back. Hope you had an enjoyable week!
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Yes, i good week away but the news here not so positive unfortunately.
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I’m sad to hear that, Ben. Continuing to send positive thoughts…. 🌻
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Thank you.
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Quivers in the mind like a tear about to drop. Remarkable achievement.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you saw the quivering.
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A beautiful poem, Betty. So happy, as I said before, to see some new writes here on your site. All poems wonderful but you are a gifted writer so when you muse teases…a nice result.
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Thanks very much, Renee. (I must tip-toe lightly around my muse these days, afraid he/she will go away again….) I appreciate your kind words!
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Sometimes I think the same thing but really he/she is simply being very quiet waiting for you to see the spark from the corner of your eye and then…magic! o)
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That’s reassuring, Renee – thank you. 😊🤗
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Beautiful poetry, Betty
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Thank you very much, Audrey – I’m glad you like! 😊
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“She becomes a teardrop” breathtaking. Beautiful penned.
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Thank you very much, Nancy!
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Achingly beautiful, Betty. Ditto to all the comments above. Touches the soul indeed! Love it when the light shines 😊💕
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Thanks very much, Rob. 😊
Hope you’re doing as well as possible and having an easy winter where you are. 💕
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Yes, Thanks, Betty- I never enjoy the cold but it’s not too bad (hasn’t hit zero where we are yet!).
How are you doing?
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Am doing all right, Rob – thanks for asking. Warm, sunny weather certainly helps! 😊
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Exquisite words.. Beautifully done.
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Thank you so much, Sue.
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Wow, this made my head explode
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Oh! I hope that’s a good thing. 😊 Thank you so much for commenting. 🌹
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Because she is hope cloaked in the darkness that engulfs her… She is what we all are. (I believe?)
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Yes, we all have that inner light, but grief tends to “cloak” it. Thank you so much for your perceptive comment!
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🙂
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