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Broken words
soak in the cold brine
of memory,
soften in our hands
like cinnamon clay.
Let us carve new curves
fit for the touching,
ready for the fire.
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© 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Pencil drawing from 1965.)
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you, Nico!
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What a wonderful way to look at life, by finding a way to make it work better. Beautifully expressed, Betty.
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I’m very glad you liked this, Sharon.
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Ready for the fire. Indeed. Love the drawing too! 😘
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Thanks, Bela! 😊 (And glad you like the drawing. It’s one of a very few I did back then. Never had a gift for being an artist.) ❤️
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On the latter we might disagree. 😘
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You are so kind! 😊💕
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MAGIC BETTY, CHINA
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Thank you, China!
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Many a broken word that memory touches I feel are ready for no more salty tears, But may we gather them from our hearts to extinguish them within the flames for ever..
Wonderful poem Betty.. Thank you for sharing them.. ❤
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Thanks very much for your comment, Sue. Am happy you liked! ❤️
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❤ Hugs right back ..
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Ah…just love this one…such wonderful imagery.
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Thank you, Charlie! 🙂
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Both words and drawing are touching 💜💝
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I’m glad you liked them, Willow. 🙂 Wish I still had the ability to sketch. ❤️❤️
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Why can’t you sketch anymore Betty is it your eyes or fingers.💜
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At the time, life got too busy and writing was my main passion. So I let it go. Years later when I tried again the “gift” was just gone. Haven’t tried in a long time…. Nowadays it’s about energy conservation (plus putting up with pain). Poetry is priority. Am thankful to have that! 😁❤️❤️
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Yes I agree poetry is my life’s blood too it has saved me so many times . Sending blessings 💜
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Blessings back to you, Willow. Yes, poetry = lifeblood! 💕
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Indeed and I must say goodnight.
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Sleep well, my friend. ❤️
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Have a good day 💜
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💜💜🥀🍁💜💜
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so much here Betty, beauty created by a master ❤
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That’s so kind of you – thank you, Kim! ❤️
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Amen to that!!! This truth was written with beautiful eloquence! Well done Betty! 😀 ❤ !
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Thank you so much, Deborah! ❤️
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Love this beautiful, visual poem, Betty, especially, “let us carve new curves.”
Have a good day!❤🌷
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Thank you, Lauren! ❤️🦋 Hugs!
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Exquisitely written
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Thanks so much, Candice!
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I love the images drawn here, Betty, both by words and by pencil.
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Thank you, Ben. 🙂
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I wish to e-mail and end up overwhelmed so send love instead as it comes timelessly. ❤
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That means a lot to me, Ben. Thank you – love back to you. ❤️
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Wise and eloquent!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful possibility expressed so well.
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