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March 29, 2019 by Betty Hayes Albright

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She still remembers

his deep embrace

in the open entryway

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and the salty taste of urgency

on the tongue

of an April day

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and their offering

to the gods

as it hung in the sun to dry

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to fluff and fold,

but tenderly —

in the wrinkles of goodbye.

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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright

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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present | Tagged Deep Water, Love, memories, offering, passion, poem, Poetry, writing | 46 Comments

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on March 29, 2019 at 4:05 pm | Reply Tony Starling Kidd

Love the yearning in your poetic voice. – tsk

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- on March 29, 2019 at 9:50 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Tony, glad you like it. 🙂
  
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on March 29, 2019 at 4:25 pm | Reply Ancient Skies

Deeply beautiful.

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- on March 29, 2019 at 9:51 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thanks very much, Nico!
  
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on March 29, 2019 at 5:42 pm | Reply slpmartin

Some memories stir the senses.

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- on March 29, 2019 at 9:52 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thanks for reading it, Charlie. 🙂
  
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on March 29, 2019 at 11:30 pm | Reply diespringerin

So love your poetry …

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- on March 30, 2019 at 12:39 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you so much!
  (I need to get caught up with your blog! Am still not receiving notifications when you post, but will find another way. I appreciate your presence! 🙂 )
  
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  - on March 31, 2019 at 12:50 am | Reply diespringerin
    
    Thank you so much., too 😊! Yes wp sometimes is an enigmatic tool, .. . 😊
    
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on March 30, 2019 at 4:52 am | Reply thelonelyauthorblog

You could feel the longing in this beautiful poem

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- on March 30, 2019 at 12:40 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you for your kind words! 🙂
  
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on March 30, 2019 at 6:43 am | Reply OwnShadow

Rich in feeling but skillfully poised.

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- on March 30, 2019 at 12:41 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you so much for that! 🙂
  
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  - on April 1, 2019 at 4:06 am | Reply OwnShadow
    
    You’re very welcome!
    
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on March 30, 2019 at 7:15 am | Reply Ben Naga

This a like a small precious memento tucked away in a drawer, to be taken out and looked at, perhaps stroked tenderly, every now and again.

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- on March 30, 2019 at 12:43 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Ben – that’s exactly where it came from. “…every now and again….”
  
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  - on April 14, 2019 at 9:14 am | Reply Ben Naga
    
    Once more we appear to be on the same wavelength, Betty. 🙂
    
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    - on April 14, 2019 at 3:17 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
      
      It doesn’t surprise me. 😊
      
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on March 30, 2019 at 12:31 pm | Reply willowdot21

So deep a cavern of ache .💜💜💜💜

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- on March 30, 2019 at 12:44 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  A good way of putting it. Thank you, Willow ❤️❤️
  
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  - on March 30, 2019 at 12:58 pm | Reply willowdot21
    
    My pleasure Betty, I do love your poetry 💜💜
    
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    - on March 30, 2019 at 1:12 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
      
      ❤️🌺💗❤️
      
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      - on March 30, 2019 at 1:13 pm | Reply willowdot21
        
        🌹💜💜🙋
        
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on March 30, 2019 at 1:56 pm | Reply The Cheesesellers Wife

This poem is imbued with a haunting melancholy.

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- on March 31, 2019 at 6:28 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thanks so much for reading it, Kim. I always appreciate your feedback.
  
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on March 30, 2019 at 9:03 pm | Reply Sharon Bonin-Pratt

Remembering great love in ordinary events – your writing lingers in my soul, Betty.

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- on March 31, 2019 at 6:29 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  That means a lot to me, Sharon. Thank you! 💗
  
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on April 1, 2019 at 12:03 am | Reply Hal Rhoads

Incredible.

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- on April 1, 2019 at 1:17 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Hal.
  
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on April 1, 2019 at 5:40 am | Reply Francina

oh.. I love this poem, Betty.. so very well written and moving thoughts .
Have a lovely day ❤

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- on April 1, 2019 at 1:15 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Francina – it’s good to hear from you! You have a lovely day also. ❤️
  
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on April 1, 2019 at 5:51 pm | Reply memadtwo

Goodbyes are so difficult…(K)

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- on April 4, 2019 at 5:37 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Alas, yes…. Especially when you know you’ll never see them again.
  
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on April 3, 2019 at 5:50 am | Reply sfederle

Beautiful poem! Memories of last moments and goodbyes live always.

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- on April 4, 2019 at 5:37 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you so much, Steven!
  
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on April 4, 2019 at 9:47 am | Reply Bela Johnson

I had to read this a few times before responding – it this a snapshot, a moment in time, or is there a particular significance attached to it? For that to remain a mystery is part of its allure. ❤

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- on April 4, 2019 at 5:47 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thanks for your question, Bela. It’s both autobiographical and symbolic of a significant “moment in time”. ❤️
  
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  - on April 4, 2019 at 7:38 pm | Reply Bela Johnson
    
    I’ll bet. Good one. 😉😘
    
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on April 6, 2019 at 10:36 pm | Reply smilecalm

wonderful, Betty!
so quickly
i felt time
passing 🙂

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- on April 7, 2019 at 1:06 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, David!
  Yes, time passing….
  where ever does it go? 😏
  
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  - on April 7, 2019 at 3:58 pm | Reply smilecalm
    
    yes, is it time
    or us, going somewhere? 🙂
    “We are slowed down sound and light waves,
    a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the music of the cosmos,
    we are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments,
    and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.” ~ Albert Einstein
    
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    - on April 7, 2019 at 4:22 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
      
      Beautiful Einstein quote! He’s one of my heroes, yet I don’t remember ever hearing that one. Thank you, David – I’ll be adding it to my favorite quotes. 🙂
      
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on April 19, 2019 at 1:47 pm | Reply zumpoems

Be great to have someone set this to music — maybe guitar, vocals and flute.

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- on April 20, 2019 at 3:41 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  That would be cool! Wish I had some talent in that direction. Thanks for your comment.
  
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on April 22, 2019 at 12:35 pm | Reply wyco

Excellent imagery here.

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- on April 24, 2019 at 6:06 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Wyco!
  
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