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She lives in earth tones –

soft colors of

amber and sage

brush across her arms

on terracotta mornings

and lavender afternoons.

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Bracelets of seashells

on pink ribbons

play on her wrists,

her celadon skirt

swaying like the tresses

of the willow

where she dances

in the garden –

invisible.

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©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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Sorry for being way behind reading blogs. 

Hope to catch up with everyone soon! 💚

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And she will dwell

in a cottage of white

and wait for him

at the river’s edge

with birds and breezes

tending the trees.

And they’ll be coming

through the woods,

the poets and flutists

late at night

and after they’re gone

she’ll dance naked

through

the wildflowers

beneath the moon

a yellow ribbon

tied around her heart.

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(c) 1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-post from 2012)

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(from 1995)

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They told her

he didn’t exist,

that she had only fantasized

the shaman man

who read between

the secret lines,

whose eyes saw into

every dance

and behind each mask.

They told her

there’s no such thing

as one she’s always known

and loved,

that no one could have eyes

so deep.

They said it’s a fool’s pursuit,

she’d never find

such an intimate star.

But she touched one

and lived to tell the story.

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(c) 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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(From the “way back” machine – a poem from 1992,

written about an even earlier time: the late ’60’s.)

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In-a-Gadda-da-Vida

we danced to our favorite

solo of drums

till Keith turned on

Folsom Prison Blues

and we dosey-doed

in a square-dance spoof,

Tom’s arm

in-a-cast-in-a-sling

but feeling no pain,

for we couldn’t see

through the smoke in the room

and we would be young forever.

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When the haze finally cleared

to reveal gray hairs

we still felt the beat

in-a-light-a-day-now

as butterflies,

and it’s not really bad

being older.  *

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© 1992, 2107 Betty Hayes Albright

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(“In-a-Godda-da-Vida” – by the Iron Butterfly: Ah, that amazing, long, super-cool drum solo in the middle! No doubt on YouTube.)

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* (I’ve changed my mind about that….)

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Tides rise and curtsy

as the sea does a ballet

with old diva moon.

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(c) 1992, 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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No Dark Side

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Eros never sleeps

in pitch dark rooms.

He wakens

in a roll of laughter,

pulls us to a clearing

in the forest

where he strokes our cheeks

and gives us up

to dance.

When life exhales

Eros grins:

there is no dark side.

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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright 

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Seaweed breezes

lose themselves

in her long hair.

She dances over sharp rocks

to the beach,

twirls and spins

in pirouettes,

her long skirt swirling circles

in the sand.

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© 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright 

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6-17-2012

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Summer’s wind blows hard,

maple seedling, pink phlox lean

hold each other up

wrap around each other’s stem –

nature’s symbiotic hug.

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(c) 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Dance

     

            We can dance again             

when the music’s right

and you make me laugh

at the times it hurt

when I stubbed my toe

on reality.

And I’ll dance with you

when your spirit’s free

and you have new songs

to sing to me

and the sun lights up

your silver hair –

I’ll dance with you

when you want me there.

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©  1983,  2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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And she will dwell

in a cottage of white

and wait for him

at the river’s edge

with birds and breezes

tending the trees

and they’ll be coming

through the woods,

the poets and flutists

late at night

and after they’re gone

she’ll dance naked through

the wildflowers

beneath the moon

a yellow ribbon

tied around her heart.

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(c) 1995, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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