Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged age, colors, continuity, designs, endurance, hippy skirt, memories, ode, playfulness, poem, Poetry, skirt on June 28, 2017| 33 Comments »
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Skirt of many long colors
sewn in gathers
and tiers
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brushing my ankles
with playful seams
cutting through the design
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of mismatched patterns
wearing thin
after all these years
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washing on delicate
hanging to dry
one more time.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged colors, flight, light, poem, Poetry, prism, soul, spirituality on October 13, 2012| 14 Comments »
In his mind, a prism –
another in his heart.
Fans of colors
feather-spread,
one light, two wings
in flight.
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(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1960's, tagged black and white, colors, joy, Love, Poetry, sadness, spring, transformation on February 20, 2012| 36 Comments »
. (from 1966 – age 19)
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At first I lived in black and white,
the nights were dark, the days were light
and in between there was a grey
that hardly changed from day to day.
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Laughter sprang from shallow seas,
leafing elms 3-8-2012
my tears were trivialities.
I walked on by and couldn’t bear
the colors burning everywhere.
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But then one spring the blue-bells tolled
of leaves in green and suns in gold,
of hearts that pulsate ripe and red,
love burst in rainbows ‘bout my head!
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(c) 1966, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(It’s not quite spring yet, but it’s coming! 🙂 )
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged colors, discord, harmony, hope, making peace, order from chaos, Poetry, prisms on February 6, 2012| 25 Comments »
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Polish smooth
your cutting rocks
my jagged stones
and at dawn
prisms
will be fanning out
the sun.
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(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged colors, discord, harmony, prisms, spirituality on August 31, 2011| 4 Comments »
Polish clean
your cutting rocks,
my jagged stones
and see at sunrise
prisms.
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(c) 1993, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
