Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged diamonds, fool's gold, glaciers, insanity, memory, opinions, paradigm, poem, Poetry, reality on March 10, 2014| 4 Comments »
Wikipedia
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(a re-post)
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The right words
carve through opinions
break up hard-pan
flip our paradigms
upside down.
The right words
un-dam reservoirs of insanity
transport memory
to new peaks
uncovering fool’s gold
and sometimes
a diamond in distress.
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(c) 2011, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged contrails, memory, now, philosophy, poem, Poetry, reality, the past, the present on February 10, 2014| 22 Comments »
(just a scribble….)
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Like a contrail from a jet
the past changes shape
shifting in the winds
of time and distance.
It expands and softens,
sometimes twisting
into grotesque serpents.
So, which is more real to us,
the sharp spear of the present
or the undulating spread
of memory?
Or can we ride them both?
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© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged always, eternity, freedom, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry, Trees on June 25, 2013| 24 Comments »
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Just a rough draft…
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When the man drove away
with my potted elms
resting carefully
in the back
of his red pick-up truck
I wept.
But they’ll be unbound now,
free of all containment.
Birds will come
to nest in their branches,
deer will rest in their shade
as roots and limbs
spread deep and high
in fertile earth
and in my memory.
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(C) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
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Finally moved and back online, after two exhausting months. Hoping to get back to WP soon and get caught up!
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle holder, Essence, fire, flame, heat, lathe, Love, memory, passion, poem, Poetry on February 28, 2013| 15 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
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Candle holder in photo created by the DutchMan.
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dreams, Love, memory, poem, Poetry, Trees on January 6, 2013| 37 Comments »
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Are they really lifeless
those empty arms
of winter
branching leafless
in naked grace?
Gaia says no,
that deep in frozen dreams
a memory thickens,
sweet syrup
of olden times gone
and dreams to come.
Till then these aching limbs
reach out to the silence,
bare
but not barren.
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© 2013, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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