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Beating of deep drums,
puff of smoke on horizon
and then you were gone.
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More is said in love’s silence
than we can e’er say out loud.
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© 2012, 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Reposted from 2012, revised.)
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Posts Tagged ‘silence’
Signals
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tanka, tagged Love, passion, poem, Poetry, signals, silence, tanka on November 3, 2019| 23 Comments »
Sublimation
Posted in just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged frost, ice, just a scribble, news, poem, Poetry, silence, sublimation on October 28, 2019| 35 Comments »
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After the freeze
a silent sun
draws ice to vapor
skipping the melt
into water.
.
Just the headlines
please.
I don’t watch
the news
anymore.
.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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(just a scribble….)
Photo by David Dibert on Pexels.com
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Journey
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Bodhi tree, Dante, Gaia, Mary Magdalene, music, poem, Poetry, silence, spirituality on February 18, 2019| 28 Comments »
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Crystal rings
under my soapy finger
like the singing bowls,
and the ribbon
of the flute.
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I follow to the Bodhi tree,
to the circles of Dante,
to Mary Magdalene
and her Lover,
to a footprint in the desert,
.
and there, the chalice of Socrates,
Blake’s grain of sand,
a whirling Dervish,
the hem of a robe.
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It is all there —
even Gaia herself
is not tethered.
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Master, Master,
there are no words
on this journey,
no words at all –
hush, my Beloved,
hush.
.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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Bottom Line
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, eternity, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, silence, time on May 19, 2015| 19 Comments »
Love never asks
our sweet permission.
It plumbs the unfathomable,
swings us every which way
through a hole in time
into the evermore.
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Neither does love knock.
Instead it scintillates through windows,
even a broken one.
It warms us with tattered yarns
of an old blanket
on a dark night.
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Love never grips
but surrounds us lightly
like an untethered halo.
And long after we forget
passion, pain, pleasure, silence
we can still be sure
of the bottom line:
Love remembers Love.
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© 2015 Betty Hayes Albright
Layers
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Arrowhead, Deep Water, dreams, Love, memories, poem, Poetry, protection, silence on November 1, 2014| 9 Comments »
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She keeps it in a wooden box
between soft layers of cotton —
the arrowhead
he found in the desert.
It still bears his fingerprints —
invisible, like the many poems
she composes in her head
but never writes,
.
poems she sends
across the valley
hoping they’ll lodge
in his dreams
some heavy night.
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She imagines them
circling his body
like halos of concentric light,
or perhaps brushing his face
with kisses
silky as a feather.
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But then, like the arrowhead
she draws them home again
tucking them safely away —
sonnets nestled in her soul
between reluctant layers
of silence.
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© 2014, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Haiku #32 – Consummation (2013 posting)
Posted in Deep Water, haiku or senryu, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged candle, consummation, haiku, Love, poem, Poetry, return, silence on July 18, 2013| 15 Comments »
I light a candle.
Where its glow meets your silence
you return to me.
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(c) 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Shell
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, full moon, lost, Love, Mayberrie', moon, poem, Poetry, sea, shell, silence on February 18, 2012| 40 Comments »
(A Mayberrie series poem)
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She pretends
that he can hear her thoughts,
but lord, the fog is rolling in –
it rides the tide into the caverns
smoothing out the lover’s hollow
in between the driftwood and debris.
One time she found a double shell
and gave him half to hold his heart
while hers stayed in a candle box
until the day it shattered
from the impact of his silence.
But still she holds the pieces near
and when the moon is full, pretends
that he can hear her thoughts,
but knows most likely
they’ve been lost
or muzzled by the sea.
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(c) 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(For the next poem in this series, please click here .
Focal Point
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged craters, focal point, memories, moon, Poetry, silence, sun on January 11, 2012| 24 Comments »
When we gaze
into the moon
from separate lands
the point is focal,
burning smoky craters
in the valleys
where we meet.
Within that rounded
memory of sun
there’s no dark side.
It just waxes in the middle
as it scrolls to the west,
but wanes
in the silence
when we look away.
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© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Silence
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged cave, elm tree, lathe, Love, music, silence, words on November 3, 2011| 15 Comments »
Music carved the walls
of his cave
while his lathe
spun out bowls
from the old elm tree.
She held one to her lips
and sipped the brew
of smooth intention
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and his music swelled the tunnels
and the caverns
of her heart
as she swayed to his tempo
while he penned his poetry.
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But the day came
when the music stopped
and there rose a wall
of silent drums
when all the words fell flat
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and there had never been
such a deafening quietude
nor had she ever known
such a glorious ache.
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(c) 2011, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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