Posted in Deep Water, just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, eros, Love, memories, moon, passion, play, poem, Poetry, wistfulness, youth on December 30, 2019| 33 Comments »
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It doesn’t seem
that long ago
you came
but could not stay.
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Our paths were crossed
and time got lost –
seems only yesterday, and yet
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the moon still beams
and waxes full
above the sea
beyond the knoll
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where we grew young
so long ago
when Eros came to play.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Just another entropic scribble. 🙂 )
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 1990's, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged eros, flowers, Gaia, Haiku or Senryu, honeybees, nature, poem, Poetry on August 16, 2019| 22 Comments »
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Courting honeybees —
blossoms consummate the past
their future assured.
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(c) 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
(From a scribble written in 1998 – rewritten into a Senryu.)
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Photo taken in 2011, on our deck.
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, eros, eternity, fire, heat, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry on May 7, 2017| 5 Comments »
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She holds a sphere
of white hot light
in hands stretched high
to reach the night.
“Oh Eros”, she prays secretly,
“come take this round
of your creation,
guard its flame
forever more
and I’ll dance gratefully
in the embers,
one man’s fire
seared into my palm.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, eros, Love, passion, poem, Poetry on November 30, 2014| 12 Comments »
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She holds a sphere
of white hot light
in hands stretched high
to reach the night.
“Come Eros”, she prays secretly;
“come take this round
of your creation,
guard its flame
forever more
and I’ll dance sweetly
in the embers,
one man’s fire
seared into my palm.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(image from copyright-free site)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, dream, eros, guiltless, innocence, Love, passion, poem, Poetry on March 30, 2014| 17 Comments »
If she held a beacon
tightly to her breast
it would not shadow her,
nor would her hands be stained
were she to touch
the Holy Grail.
Her veins would never tangle
should she frolic
with the gods
nor would she burn to ashes
running naked
through the fire.
She’d not be struck with blindness
nor would her conscience bleed
were she to waken Eros
from a dream.
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© 1995, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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For the next poem in this series, please click on the Mayberrie tab at the top of this page, to see entire list.
(I’m in the slow process of linking them all together.)
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 Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged eros, guilt, Love, mythology, passion, purity on November 26, 2011| 23 Comments »
If she held a beacon
tightly to her breast
it would not shadow her,
nor would her hands be stained
were she to touch
the Holy Grail.
Her veins would never tangle
should she frolic
with the gods
nor would she burn to ashes
running naked
through the fire.
She’d not be struck with blindness
nor would her conscience bleed
were she to waken Eros
from a dream.
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(c) 1995, 2011 Betty Hayes Albright
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