Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Earth, Gaia, music, nature, poem, Poetry, seeds, song, spring, Trees, words on March 24, 2017| 7 Comments »
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Music rises from her garden,
goes off key
and disappears
into the sky.
Curious, she digs
with her bare hands
past dead roots
and rotting leaves
into birthing soil.
And there she feels a rhythm
pounding in the earth,
and the rise
of sacred humming
in her ears.
She drops a seed
into the hole
and out sprouts a melody
that grows into a tree.
Wind sings in its branches
and for the first time
in her life
she understands the words.
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© 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised)
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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged arrow, Deep Water, Love, music, poem, Poetry, shaman, song, the shortest distance... on May 27, 2016| 8 Comments »
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With a shaman’s eye
he aimed his music
like an arrow
that pierced through forest,
straightened rivers
and sliced the mountains apart.
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She heard his song
coming through the trees
and spread wide her arms
to reveal the target
he long ago etched
on her heart.
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(c) 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Love, Mayberrie', music, passion, poem, Poetry, song on February 3, 2013| 18 Comments »
Her song:
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Come sing me a song,
beat hearty your drum,
my love, let me hear you
deep in the night.
I feel your eyes
sweeping the skies
searching for peace
in the waxing moonlight.
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Reach out to the stars,
play loudly your heart,
your song is my blessing,
may love never part.
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Someday we’ll dance
’round the fire again –
love, send me a sign
that you’re all right.
I feel you out there –
do you know I still care?
Come sing me a song
if just for tonight.
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Reach out to the stars,
play loudly your heart,
your song is my blessing,
may love never part.
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© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright .
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For the next poem in this series, please click here for “Always”.
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Love, Mayberrie', passion, Poetry, song, storm, wind on September 3, 2012| 24 Comments »
(a Mayberrie poem – still a little rough, but couldn’t rest until it was up.)
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Storm-ripped waves
tore between the rocks
with urgency.
She lifted up her hands
and implored the northward wind
to take her song to him
wherever he might be:
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Oh love, I smile for you,
can you see me in your dreams?
Can you hear me call your name
as my eyes search for your face?
These arms stretch out to hold you
not at a distance,
but from it.
I am by your side
bringing cups of water
from the healing creek
(where once we drank each other full).
I’ve added just a bit of nectar
from the dandelion
in hopes that it will make you smile
and reach across the chasm
to play your song for me.
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With a sigh
she sank into the dunes
and listened to the shifting surf
as the tide was turned.
And so the wind changed too
as it gathered up her song
and hastened south.
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© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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(For links to all poems in this series, please click on the Mayberrie tab at the top of this blog.)
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged growth, Poetry, seeds, song, spirituality, spring, Tree, words on April 7, 2012| 44 Comments »
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Music rises from her garden,
goes off key
and disappears
into the sky.
Curious, she digs
with her bare hands
past dead roots
and rotting leaves
into birthing soil.
And there she feels a rhythm
pounding in the earth,
and the rise
of sacred humming
in her ears.
She drops a seed
into the hole
and out sprouts a melody
that grows into a tree.
Wind sings in its branches
and for the first time
in her life
she understands the words.
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© 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged light, Love, Poetry, song, spirituality, winter, Winter Solstice on December 11, 2011| 32 Comments »
(just one more Solstice poem… )
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Light tumbles south
below the belt of winter
barely touching noon shadows,
yet premonitions dance
in sleeping gardens –
and as the sun
finally catches its fall
the earth
spins a new
song of hope.
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(c) 1994 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged anima, creeks, drum, life, meadows, nature, song on August 26, 2011| 3 Comments »
Sheets of silvered rain
open curtains in the sky,
a soprano trills and warbles
from the creek.
Winds pull a sonata
of crescendo through the trees,
and Life – it plays the meadow
like a drum!
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(c) 1994 Betty Hayes Albright
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