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 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 Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged April, Deep Water, Love, memories, ocean, passion, poem, Poetry, sea, tides on April 11, 2018| 26 Comments »
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Once upon an April
when the sea
was surging high
she said that nothing happened
but it did,
it did,
it did.
And when the tide withdrew
she lived ever after
remembering the rise
of happily.
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© 2014, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-posted from 2014)
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, flute, Love, ocean, passion, poem, Poetry, sea, spirituality, tides, waves, wind on March 21, 2018| 32 Comments »
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I would be the tide
that moves your sea
as waves of you
go breaking through my soul,
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and you – the gust of wind
that plays my flute
would hear my drumming
in the ocean’s roll.
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(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2015)
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged daydream, Deep Water, gulls, Love, Maeberie series, poem, Poetry, reverie, sea on March 10, 2018| 22 Comments »
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A path leads down to the river,
the river runs down to the sea
where the gulls
and the zephyr that follow
bring naught but a daydream to me.
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He rides his steed to the chapel,
he coaxes his lamb to the lee
while the music
and footprints that follow
bring naught but a fancy to me.
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(c) 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A Maeberie series poem, re-posted from 2012)
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged grief, loss, Love, poem, Poetry, sea, sorrow, spirituality, tears, wildflowers on March 4, 2018| 68 Comments »
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Grief does not tip-toe
it comes
on lead feet
leaving deep prints
in the earth
to collect our tears
and send them over-flowing
to the stream
that joins all sorrow
winding to the sea.
And in the walk-about
where we are left to keen
wildflowers bloom around
the weeping willow tree.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged magic carpet, Marina Beach in Edmonds Washington, nature, ocean, poem, Poetry, Puget Sound, sea, soup, waves on March 3, 2018| 35 Comments »
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It rolls in to me
one fresh churned wave
of salt-laden soup
in mussel shell blue
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with armor of chiton
in sea-weed sway
and twists of driftwood
on layers of foam
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bringing crab legs and agates
in dustings of gold
that buckle and rattle
kaleidoscope stones
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and as barnacles yawn
to taste the high tide
it rolls in the next one
for you.
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© 1993, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-write of “Beach” from 1993)
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Marina Beach in Edmonds, Washington (on Puget Sound).
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged beach, California, childhood, first love, kiss, memories, nature, ocean, poem, Poetry, sea on November 29, 2017| 51 Comments »
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1957
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When I was ten
all the rides
at Disneyland
could not compare
with that first sight,
that maiden rush
across the sand,
my first kiss
of the sea.
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© 2012, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2012)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, fever, Love, love poetry, passion, poem, Poetry, rain, rainbow, sea on March 20, 2017| 8 Comments »
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She would sate his fevered brow
with the coolness
of a gauzy cloud
until it rained
upon the mountains
filling streams
with tall white water
rushing eager to the sea.
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And he would lift her
to the shore
and lay her down
on seaweed
where together
they would turn to mist,
and next time that it rained
the sky
would wear a double bow.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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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 »
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Rocks balanced with care
always aiming for the sky
never mind the tide.
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© 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Came upon this unfinished cairn on the beach one day….)
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