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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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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

 

 

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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”.

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(Mayberrie poem – an addition to “By His Side”)

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Little Birds

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From the south they came

little birds by the dozens

singing through her trees.

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(c) 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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(They came, the morning after posting “By His Side”: a large flock of unfamiliar tiny birds singing sweet songs in the trees – and then they were gone. Maybe just a coincidence, but… thank you.)

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(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.)

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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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(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

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Performance

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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