Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged colors, dance, earth tones, Gaia, joy, nature, play, poem, Poetry on June 9, 2019| 43 Comments »
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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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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, Deep Water, heart, Love, moon, passion, poem, Poetry, poets on November 13, 2017| 57 Comments »
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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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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, Deep Water, heat, Love, mask, passion, poem, Poetry, reality, shaman, star on April 24, 2014| 27 Comments »
(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
Posted in Poetry 1960's, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, good old days, In-a-godda-da-vida, Iron Butterfly, late '60's, music, party, poem, Poetry, youth on March 13, 2014| 11 Comments »
(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….)
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged ballet, dance, gravity, haiku, moon, poem, Poetry, tides on February 11, 2013| 24 Comments »
Tides rise and curtsy
as the sea does a ballet
with old diva moon.
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(c) 1992, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, eros, joy, Love, passion, Poetry on August 2, 2012| 7 Comments »
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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
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged beach, celebration, dance, joy, Poetry, summer on July 16, 2012| 25 Comments »
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
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dance, flower, nature, Poetry, summer, symbiotic, tanka, Tree, wind on June 17, 2012| 26 Comments »
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
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged dance, music, Poetry, timing on February 10, 2012| 47 Comments »
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
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, flutes, Maeberie series, Pan, Poetry, waiting, yellow ribbon on January 30, 2012| 39 Comments »
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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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