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Late at night

after she washes her face

and slips from her dress


she becomes a teardrop

quaking with grief

on the tip of God’s tongue.


But there —

see how the light

shines through.



©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright 


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Grief does not tip-toe

it comes

on lead feet

leaving deep prints

in the earth

to collect our tears

and send them over-flowing

to the stream

that joins all sorrow

winding to the sea.

And in the walk-about

where we are left to keen

wildflowers bloom around

the weeping willow tree.



©  2018  Betty Hayes Albright



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He shells those dreams

that rub us raw

secreting love

around torn edges


with his own tears

the pearls of poetry.



(c) 1995,  2018  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Like silent statues

English: A tree branch completely en-globed in...

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in the wind

we’re trees

in freezing rain.

Our branches wrap

in rigid ice,

we comb our thoughts

with icicles

and cease to move

except to break.

But then it comes,

the thrust of sun

to melt our casings

into tears

freeing us to hunger,

and to thirst, and

to pine –

but joyfully.


©  2004,  2012  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Some tears roll rough

like bumpy worlds

of black-hole dust

in a galaxy of why?


But some fall smooth

like polished moons

that seek the light

in a universe of why not?


(c) 1995, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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