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Carnival

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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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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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Kite

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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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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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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)

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(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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Without Roots

(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

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(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

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.    .    (written in 1969)

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Popping, I leap

English: Fireplace. For more translations SEE ...

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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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