Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged caring, differences, dimensions, disenchantment, divorce, first marriage, Love, philosophy, poem, Poetry, remembering on August 6, 2017| 16 Comments »
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Do you remember
silver man,
when we were two wings
flying one dream
beneath warm quilts?
One night
I couldn’t breathe
and tore the covers off
when you couldn’t fathom
the unseen and threw
your pillow down.
We rolled
from the edges
of the bed
and let the feathers
settle
into the spread of time.
Still now and then
one catches my eye
floating to the floor.
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(c) 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Deep Water, Mayberrie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged key, lock, Love, passion, Poetry, remembering, searching on April 22, 2012| 32 Comments »
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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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For the next poem in this series, please click here for “Just for Tonight”.
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged bittersweet, Love, remembering on October 24, 2011| 8 Comments »
First times happen
sideways
out of time
only to emerge
on the scent
of bittersweet
throwing us both
back to the beginning
where neither can remember
to forget.
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(c) 1990, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
