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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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When you say haiku,

I say gesundheit,

give you a tissue.

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When you say tanka

I say you’re welcome –

we are so polite.

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When you say meter

I think therefore iambic.

Tell me you are too.

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Can you play on words?

Maybe if they all had wheels

they could play on you.

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(c) 2012, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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(A re-post – plus this was also posted on “Gramma Krackers” a couple of years ago. My apologies to those who have already read it.)

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6-17-2012

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Summer’s wind blows hard,

maple seedling, pink phlox lean

hold each other up

wrap around each other’s stem –

nature’s symbiotic hug.

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(c) 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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There are few things worse

than to hear your mother cry

again and again.

Fear, confusion, steal her day –

Alzheimer’s:  disease from hell.

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(c) 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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Sorry, this isn’t a cheerful poem – I just needed to write it. It’s so hard to see my wonderful mom suffer so much.

We need a cure for this cruel disease.

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Beating of deep drum,

 smoke signal on horizon,

and then he was gone.

More is said in love’s silence

than what we can say out loud.

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©  2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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