Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged carnival, moon, nature, ocean, play, poem, Poetry, sea, tides, whimsy on September 13, 2020| 25 Comments »
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On waves of teal sea-shine
we catch a glossy ride
to chase our lost horizons
and race the rising tide.
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We lean to gather white-caps
and taste their salty plumes
till purple weaves a blanket
and wraps us ’round the moon.
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(c) 1992, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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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 Poetry 2010 - present, tagged flight, freedom, fun, kite, Neptune, play, poem, Poetry, sea on September 29, 2019| 32 Comments »
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Let go of my string,
the fog is a-scatter,
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I’ll keep to the wind
flying high o’er the surf
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as it pounds out its reason
on shale and stone.
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The full moon’s aweigh
and Neptune’s at play –
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let go of my string, and
it’s up and away.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged colors, dance, earth tones, Gaia, joy, nature, play, poem, Poetry on June 9, 2019| 43 Comments »
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She lives in earth tones –
soft colors of
amber and sage
brush across her arms
on terracotta mornings
and lavender afternoons.
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Bracelets of seashells
on pink ribbons
play on her wrists,
her celadon skirt
swaying like the tresses
of the willow
where she dances
in the garden –
invisible.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Sorry for being way behind reading blogs.
Hope to catch up with everyone soon! 💚
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Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged childhood, Children, freedom, play, poem, Poetry, training on August 1, 2018| 41 Comments »
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Children
are free flow
like liquid gelatin,
sparkling
splashing
filling any form.
Why must we chill them,
make them set?
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(c) 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Original pencil drawing from high school, (c) 1965
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(Poem written in 1982, re-posted from 2012)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, Poetry for children, tagged hugs, lady bug, Love, nature, play, poem, Poetry, Poetry for children, whimsy on May 11, 2017| 24 Comments »
(For a future children’s book, maybe….)
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Dotty little lady bug,
I would give you such a hug
but if I hold you close to me
I’m afraid you’ll cease to be
so I shall place you on my finger,
maybe you won’t go, but linger
till a breeze lifts you away –
another flower, another day.
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© 2013, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post. Photo from http://www.wallpaprest.com)
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Bird, joy, play, poem, Poetry, roots, storm, Trees, wind on November 12, 2013| 19 Comments »
(re-post from 2 years ago)
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South winds
(c) B. Albright 2011
push the great fir
to mortal degree,
its many arms thrashing
in dark circles,
its body twisted in deep groan.
And I would be that bird
perched white at the top –
I’d play the storm
swaying in brave arcs
without roots.
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(c) 1995, 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged Children, form, Jello, joy, play, Poetry on July 12, 2012| 25 Comments »
(Re-post from last August – for lack of anything new. 🙂 )
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Children
are free flow
like liquid Jello,
sparkling
splashing
filling any form.
Why must we chill them,
make them set?
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(c) 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
Original pencil drawing (c) 1965
Posted in Poetry 1960's, Poetry for children, tagged Children, dancing, fireplace, play, Poetry, warmth on January 25, 2012| 38 Comments »
. . (written in 1969)
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Popping, I leap
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from log to stick
toasting the bark
and frying the pitch.
I play on the edge
of a branch and I grow
bigger and stronger
I flicker and flow.
Watch out for your fingers,
I’ll stretch out to taste them
while crackling and snapping
my very own rhythm.
I’ll warm up your room
till it’s cozy and bright,
then leave behind coals
glowing red in the night.
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© 1969, “Living Color” 1976, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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