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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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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.

 

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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)

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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)

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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.)

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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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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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