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He shells those dreams
that rub us raw
secreting love
around torn edges
polishing
with his own tears
the pearls of poetry.
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(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Love, pearls, Poetry, shells, tears, writing on March 23, 2012| 44 Comments »
.
He shells those dreams
that rub us raw
secreting love
around torn edges
polishing
with his own tears
the pearls of poetry.
.
.
(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged chiton, Love, ocean, sea, shells, waves on October 14, 2011| 7 Comments »
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She clings to stone
like the chiton’s shell,
shielded when the tide comes in.
He questions her silence
but she’s beneath the cold waves,
their opposites fusing
into thick, hard plates.
He can pry her from the rock
and penetrate her shell
but his blade
no longer reaches
to her heart.
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(c) 1983, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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