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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.
.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged death, grief, hope, life, light, loss, Love, poem, Poetry, spirituality, tears on July 14, 2018| 63 Comments »
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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
.
Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged grief, loss, Love, poem, Poetry, sea, sorrow, spirituality, tears, wildflowers on March 4, 2018| 68 Comments »
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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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Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Love, pearls, Poetry, shells, tears, writing on March 23, 2012| 44 Comments »
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He shells those dreams
that rub us raw
secreting love
around torn edges
polishing
with his own tears
the pearls of poetry.
.
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(c) 1995, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 2000 - 2009, tagged feeling, Freezing rain, hunger, Ice storm, joy, melting, Poetry, sun, tears on January 20, 2012| 27 Comments »
Like silent statues
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
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged galaxy, tears, universe, why not?, why? on September 16, 2011| 2 Comments »
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?
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(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright