Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged caprice, consummation, hope, Love, poem, Poetry, wisdom on April 14, 2019| 38 Comments »
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Capricious one
I often wonder
if in truth
our hearts grow fonder
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longing for
the agate blue
of sky-reflecting
drops of dew,
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of simple pleasures
on the skin
and tender truths
to wrap us in
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fine threads of wisdom
knit with choices
weaving through
those distant voices
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firing up
our tender hopes
while mating in
kaleidoscopes.
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Then shall we
consummate the sun?
I wonder,
oh capricious one.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Beloved, burning bush, consummation, Love, poem, Poetry, spirituality on January 21, 2019| 30 Comments »
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You are the beloved.
Light pumps through your veins,
breathes around your bones
in great gulps
of daring.
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You are the sacred numen,
the burning bush,
the insatiable flame
forever consummated,
but never consumed.
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(c) 2012, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged answer, consummation, Deep Water, Love, nature, passion, poem, Poetry, shaman, spirituality, Unity on July 26, 2017| 15 Comments »
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She prayed to the gods,
“let me make love
to the trees in your forest”
but the gods were silent.
And so she implored them again
“let me couple with the creek
that sings through your valley,
bear me up
to embrace your mountains,
cradle me down
to mate with the sea”
but again the gods were silent.
And once more she cried out
with trembling heart,
“grant me consummation
with the universe this night!”
And once more
the gods were silent
but this time
they sent to her
a shaman,
one who was desiring
the same.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged consummation, life, light, lightning, Love, memory, paper fan, poem, Poetry, water color on July 10, 2017| 22 Comments »
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Love can be
a thousand swifting years
spread out
like water colors
through the pastel pleating
of a weathered paper fan.
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Or love can be
that brief intense
lightning fanned
to consummation
by the hungry edges
of a thousand swifting dreams.
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When someday
they fold her up
and tuck her fast away
it’s that flash of light
she won’t forget.
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© 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, rewritten)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, Uncategorized, tagged April, consummation, Deep Water, explorer, geese, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, spring on April 24, 2017| 25 Comments »
He trekked north
with the vernal sun
carving his name
across her sky
and as he touched
those new frontiers
she wondered, had anyone
conquered her so?
When spring returns
will the sun reach as high?
Or will it stop short
of her maiden arc,
and will she hear wild geese cry?
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Deep Water, Haiku and Senryu, Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged consummation, Deep Water, haiku, Love, poem, Poetry on December 27, 2015| 3 Comments »
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I light a candle.
Where its glow meets your silence
you return to me.
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(c) 2013, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged allness, answer, consummation, Deep Water, Gaia, Love, mythology, oneness, passion, poem, Poetry, spirituality, Unity on September 15, 2014| 10 Comments »
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She prayed to the gods,
“let me make love
to the trees in your forest”
but the gods were silent
and so she implored them again
“let me couple with the creek
that sings through your valley,
bear me up
to embrace your mountains,
cradle me down
to mate with the sea”
.
but again the gods were silent
and again she cried out
with trembling heart,
“please grant me consummation
with the universe this night!”
.
and once more
the gods were silent
but this time
they sent a man to her,
a man who had prayed
for the same.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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