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How is it that grief
stays so fresh year after year?
It must be the salt.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posts Tagged ‘memory’
Preserves
Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged death, grief, life, Love, memory, poem, Poetry, senryu, timelessness on October 31, 2019| 41 Comments »
Prometheus
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, tagged ashes, Deep Water, fire, goddess, Love, Maeberie series, memory, passion, poem, Poetry, Prometheus, time on September 27, 2017| 28 Comments »
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After the fire plays,
after he’s gone
she leaves her heart
in ashes
nestled on the bed
and slips outside
to bury time
in earth
where it belongs.
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And sometimes
there’s a spark
when her trowel
hits a rock
and she smiles
at the thought
of that blazing
stand of man
and how she became
a goddess
when he touched her
with his flame.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post from 2012, revised)
Past Time
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry, slivers, solitude, whittling, wood, would on September 16, 2017| 46 Comments »
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She whittles
on a block
of solitude
until it’s gone
and pieces lie
about her feet
and slivers
bleed her hands
carving
out another poem
that only he
will understand.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Fan
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)
Safe Keeping
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)
Door
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, key, Love, Mayberrie', memory, passion, poem, Poetry, spirit on July 12, 2016| 8 Comments »
(A Mayberrie poem – re-post)
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And so, did you save
the key, m’lord?
Did you secret it away
to some safe isle?
I see you still
leaning at the threshold,
your face to be read
and kissed a million times
like a beloved poem.
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The chambermaid swears
the room never cooled.
She says the walls spark and flare
like the burning bush.
And at night
I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —
under what mat
did you stow the key?
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(c) 1995, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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No Stranger
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, dream, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry on July 3, 2016| 11 Comments »
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Sift lightly through my memory,
let me catch a bit of thee,
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I slumber in the speckled sun,
my laces – they have come undone,
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fall softly through an open dream,
you bring berries, I’ll bring cream,
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we’ll build a tower, peal the bell,
no stranger, love – I know thee well.
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© 2014, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
Candle Holder
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candleholder, creation, Deep Water, fire, heat, lathe, light, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry on April 26, 2016| 12 Comments »
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She feels the golden stand
between her palms,
follows every curve
with fingers
searching for the essence
of a splintered block of tree
as he spun and shaped it
on his lathe,
then polished gently
with his sacred oil.
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Now she lights the candle
and watches
as the blush of flame
smooths up the walls
inside her heart
and out into the night.
She muses on a memory
and wonders
if he’ll ever know
how his soul-fire
lit her world
and turned the sky
a warmer shade of light.
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© 2013, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
(a re-post)
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Candle holder in photo created by the DutchMan.
Abandoned Mine
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged abandoned mine, first love, Love, memory, past, poem, Poetry on August 27, 2014| 9 Comments »
(from 1981)
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Your smile stakes a claim
on my past.
I laugh and talk small
as if the tunnels
through our hearts
had never been connected,
as if I had no claim to stake
on any part of you.
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© 1981, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
No Stranger – 2014 posting
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, dream, Love, memory, no stranger, poem, Poetry, wishful thinking on March 23, 2014| 21 Comments »
Sift lightly through my memory,
let me catch a bit of thee,
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I slumber in the speckled sun,
my laces – they have come undone,
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fall softly through an open dream,
you bring berries, I’ll bring cream,
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we’ll build a tower, peal the bell,
no stranger, love – I know thee well.
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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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