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Carnival

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On waves of teal sea-shine

we catch a glossy ride

to chase our lost horizons

and race the rising tide.

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We lean to gather white-caps

and taste their salty plumes

till purple weaves a blanket

and wraps us ’round the moon.

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(c) 1992, 2020  Betty Hayes Albright

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Once upon an April

when the sea

was surging high

she said that nothing happened

but it did,

it did,

it did.

And when the tide withdrew

she lived ever after

remembering the rise

of happily.

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© 2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2014)

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I would be the tide

that moves your sea

as waves of you

go breaking through my soul,

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and you – the gust of wind

that plays my flute

would hear my drumming

in the ocean’s roll.

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(c) 1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(a re-post from 2015)

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Rocks balanced with care

always aiming for the sky

never mind the tide.

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© 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(Came upon this unfinished cairn on the beach one day….)

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I would be the tide

that moves your sea

as waves of you

go breaking through my soul,

and you – the gust of wind

that plays my flute

would hear my drumming

in the ocean’s roll.

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(c) 1995, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Acolyte

Moon, like a giant lily

floats in bloom

on the surface of night.

It is then we remember

that without Sun

we’d never know Luna

except for the tides

rising in our breasts.

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(c) 1997, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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Tides rise and curtsy

as the sea does a ballet

with old diva moon.

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(c) 1992, 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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Paean on Puget Sound

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Snow-edged mountains

surround the high tide

in the eye of the Sound

Puget Sound - Washington

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as gulls pound the wind

higher and higher

with sun filled wings.

But nothing’s more aglow

than these waves of delight

as they ferry my heart

to the sea.

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(c) 1995 Betty Hayes Albright

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Moon, like a giant lily

floats in bloom

on the surface of night.

It is then we remember

that without Sun

we’d never know Luna

except for the tides

rising in our breasts.

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(c) 1997, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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