Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged enlightenment, evolution, giant, Love, mountain, poem, Poetry, spirituality, strength on November 10, 2017| 38 Comments »
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It comes in darkness
like a gentle giant
no trumpets or glare
just strong arms
that lift you
above the sharp slopes
to the top
of the mountain
you’ve climbed for so long.
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You throw off your pack
and the valley widens
into a smile
and the sun spreads
like butter
on loaves of eternity
and you finally see
that it’s you, love –
you are the giant.
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© 2000, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(originally posted in 2012, now revised)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged ashes, death, loss, memorial, mountain, mountain climb, Mt. Rainier, poem, Poetry on August 10, 2017| 41 Comments »
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A simple thing
to scatter his ashes
one would think
but Mt. Rainier
will never be
the same.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Image of Mt. Rainier from Wikipedia Commons
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cloud, haiku, mountain, nature, poem, Poetry, sunset on February 17, 2016| 46 Comments »
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Dark cloud to the west
rubs belly on mountain top –
sky is tickled pink.
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(c) 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo from morguefile.com by “atroywy”
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged brink, Deep Water, future, Love, mountain, past, poem, Poetry, present, sea, time on January 19, 2015| 25 Comments »
(re-posted from 2011)
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She remembers
the future
when rain
crashes deserts
and old seeds
explode
into rivers of flowers
and mountains lean down
close to the sea
and there is no abyss
to slice reality.
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(c) 1994, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
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Note: this post and the Mayberrie series are all part of the “Deep Water” category – for the DutchMan.
May you be well and safe from quakes and droughts, floods and fires, storms, and all things severe. May you be surrounded by love.
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged evolution, inspiration, Instinct, mountain, mythology, path, poem, Poetry, seeking, spirituality, Trees on October 1, 2014| 6 Comments »
How hard it is to see
the highest mountain for the trees
until we hear the ancient knock
of thunder sky and molten rock.
We tear away the mossy veil
that had long concealed the trail
just to find the climb is steepest
where the waterfall is deepest
and it seems we’re almost there
when we breathe the rarest air
beyond the earth, into the sun
where we learn we’ve just begun.
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(c) 1994, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(another oldie)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Gaia, lava, life cycle, mountain, poem, Poetry, purification, renewal, volcano on April 1, 2013| 27 Comments »
Sometimes a mountain
shakes loose
its deeply rooted trees,
old riverbeds,
the tramping of calloused feet.
It spews out fire and ash,
declares itself free
of expectation.
There is blood-letting
as lava streams down
into the lakes
cooking fish and lilies,
boiling off complacency.
It is the wish
of Gaia.
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Be careful
when you try
to move a mountain –
but never stop climbing.
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© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged enlightenment, eternity, giant, mountain, poem, Poetry, soul, spirituality on October 15, 2012| 24 Comments »
Spirit comes, a gentle giant –
no trumpets or glare,
no explosions of air,
just strong hands that lift us
above the sharp slopes,
just warm arms that cradle us
up to the top
of the mythical mountain
we’ve climbed for so long.
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We throw off our packs
and become light
as horizons beyond us
widen like a smile
on fertile plains.
They spread like butter
on slices of eternity
whispering, whispering:
We are the giant
Within.
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© 2000, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(This was first posted in Aug. 2011, but has been revised and retitled. Seems I can never get a poem to just sit still.)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged ascension, climbing, Love, meaning, mountain, Poetry on May 21, 2012| 22 Comments »
In her long climb
she stumbles on memories,
sends them clattering
to the ravine.
She slips on illusions
melting and dripping
like tiny prisms
in need of a light.
But on the sixth day
her true match is struck
and she finally sees:
nothing in heaven is moot.
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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged abyss, Deep Water, desert, flowers, Love, mountain, rain, sea, seeds on November 16, 2011| 20 Comments »
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Note: this post and the Maeberrie series poems are all part of the “Deep Water” category.
May you be well and safe from quakes and droughts and floods and fires and storms, and everything severe. May you be surrounded by love.
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She remembers
the future
when rain
crashes deserts
and old seeds
explode
into rivers of lupine
and mountains lean
a little closer to the sea
and there is no abyss
to slice reality.
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(c) 1994, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Add to these songs Josh Krajcik’s “Let Me Hold You”….
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged climbing, evolving, Instinct, mountain, poem, Poetry, seeking, spirituality on October 27, 2011| 8 Comments »
How hard it is to see
the highest mountain for the trees
until we hear the ancient knock
of thunder sky and molten rock.
We tear away the mossy veil
that had long concealed the trail
just to find the climb is steepest
where the waterfall is deepest
and it seems we’re almost there
when we breathe the rarest air
beyond the earth, into the sun
where we learn we’ve just begun.
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(c) 1994, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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