Points of Light

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Poetry is the well-worn sleeve

where she displays her heart.

Somebody said

the gods wear paisley,

angels dip their toes

in velvet pleats,

but she likes best

a weave of silk

with lace crochet

around the edge.

Look closely

at the points of light

between the threads,

you’ll see his face

and maybe even read his name

embroidered coyly

near her wrist.

Day after day

she sews anew

the fragile seam

that joins two dreams

all neatly hemmed

and pressed –

or so it seems.

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© 2013, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post, revised)

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Quilt

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How many colors

fit on the head of a pin?

Seven times seven

the Seamstress says.

And we,

like eyes of needles

tuck and shape the space,

and time is but a basting thread.

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(c) 1997, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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Special note:  Today marks my five year anniversary on WordPress and the above was my first posted poem.  Thank you to all the wonderful writers I’ve met here during these five years. It has been an enriching experience reading your poetry and prose, and coming to know many of you as friends. My sincere appreciation! Looking forward to continuing on…. 🙂

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Points of Light – 2013 posting

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Poetry

is the well-worn sleeve

where she displays her heart.

Somebody said

the gods wear paisley,

angels dip their toes

in velvet pleats,

but she likes best

a weave of silk

with lace crochet

around the edge.

Look closely

at the points of light

between the threads,

you’ll see his face

and maybe even read his name

embroidered coyly

near her wrist.

Day after day

she sews anew

the fragile seam

that joins two dreams

all neatly hemmed

and pressed –

or so it seems.

 .

© 2013, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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Quilt – 2012 posting

(re-posted from last August)

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How many colors

fit on the head of a pin?

Seven times seven

the Seamstress says.

And we,

like eyes of needles

tuck and shape the space,

and time is but a basting thread.

.

(c) 1997, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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As Usual

 

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She dreams in stitches

across the grain

of midnight cloth

and sees his face

as usual

embroidered on the bias.

Holding tight

she tries to rip

the crooked seam

that binds

their unmatched checks

but then he smiles

as usual,

turns her threads

to boiling veins

and as usual

all their reds and purples

bleed.

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(c) 1979, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright

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Quilt

.

How many colors

fit on the head of a pin?

Seven times seven

the Seamstress says.

And we,

like eyes of needles

tuck and shape the space,

and time is but a basting thread.

.

(c) 1997, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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