..
.
When I cross
your path again
I’ll build a cairn
for you, my friend –
.
and all who pass
shall add a stone
and ne’er shall
we be alone.
.
.
© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo by Pixabay
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cairn, friendship, Love, oneness, path, poem, Poetry, rocks, spirituality, stones on April 28, 2019| 44 Comments »
..
.
When I cross
your path again
I’ll build a cairn
for you, my friend –
.
and all who pass
shall add a stone
and ne’er shall
we be alone.
.
.
© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
.
Photo by Pixabay
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Arlie, death, hearts, keepsakes, life, Love, poem, Poetry, remembering, rocks, serendipity on October 10, 2017| 61 Comments »
.
.
He always came home
from school
with pockets full
of stuff he found
on the side of the road –
nails and screws,
shiny rocks
.
and one day
a bent bottle cap
roughly shaped like a heart
which he painted red
for me.
.
I find it still
in my jewelry box
place it in a bowl
next to the shiny rock
roughly shaped like a heart
which I spotted
just this morning
in the sun
on the side of the road.
.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
.
(for my late son, Arlie)
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Posted in haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged beach, cairn, haiku, nature, ocean, poem, Poetry, rocks, sea, tides on February 27, 2017| 7 Comments »
.
Rocks balanced with care
always aiming for the sky
never mind the tide.
.
© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Came upon this unfinished cairn on the beach one day….)
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged dams, fish, free-flow, Poetry, rivers, rocks, wells on January 24, 2012| 41 Comments »
(I’m afraid this is what happens when you allow the muse to spin into a blur.)
.
they do not walk
they crest a dam
and do not talk
just smoothing rocks
and rocking banks
in curving stones
and filling lakes
with bubbled lights
and gillied fishes
feeding wells
and granting wishes
silver curved
pastoral scenes
in flows of bold
through forest greens
and wearing blue
borrowed from the sky
where falling water
dragons fly
in grassy hair
and clover pops
through sunny glare
and mossy tops
the river
knows
its way.
.
© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged beach, Poetry, Puget Sound, rocks, sea, seashells, seaweed, waves on January 4, 2012| 28 Comments »
. . . . (Puget Sound)
.
And it rolls out another for you –
one slow buckling wave
serves up cold soupy sea
bearing armor of chiton
and mussel shell blue,
with twists of driftwood
and layers of foam,
crab legs and agates
in dustings of gold.
Now toppling, it rattles
kaleidoscope rocks,
then undulates kelp
in sea-weeding sway
and as barnacles open
to taste the high tide
it rolls out another for you.
.
© 1993 Betty Hayes Albright