Posts Tagged ‘the past’

(just a scribble….)


Like a contrail from a jet

the past changes shape

shifting in the winds

of time and distance.

It expands and softens,

sometimes twisting

into grotesque serpents.

So, which is more real to us,

the sharp spear of the present

or the undulating spread

of memory?

Or can we ride them both?


© 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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We sail clear

the silk lagoon

tomorrow lapping

at our bow

but in the stern

your eyes narrow,


on a sunken boot

filled with empty oyster shells.

Why can’t you let them rest?

Pearl necklace

Image via Wikipedia

I ask,

fingering my necklace

of pearls.


(c) 1981,  2012  Betty Hayes Albright


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