Posts Tagged ‘transformation’



The day

we peel away

the tentacles of belief

will be the day

we discover

that unwavering ray

of truth.



© 2020  Betty Hayes Albright 



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He shells

those cornered dreams

that rub us raw

secreting love

around torn edges


with his own tears

pearls of poetry.



(c) 1995,  2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(Re-posted from 2012)

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seagull pendant


I wear the old necklace

a gift from my son


he tells me

  to stop saying

  if only and should’ve


he bought it

with his pizza money


it was nobody’s fault

   he says.

   I want to believe


his heart was young

and vital then


he would’ve hated

   the hospital with all

   those tubes and machines


whenever I wore it

he was proud and happy


the coroner said

   it was probably quick

   which was a blessing


like a pewter seagull




©  2017  Betty Hayes Albright



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She burrows under

leaves and twigs

slides past thorn

and nettle

chews through

her own roots

to mate with worms

where the soil is dark

and sweet.

Earth fills her ears

with lullabies

and she sleeps


in tomorrow’s rose.


(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)


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storm photo from Jason

photo (c) Jason T. Judd


.Have you felt

the torrent coming

churning in your marrow

from the very nuclei

deep within your cells?

It bursts into a howling, spinning,

flooding storm of waves

crashing so hard

on the rocks

that sparks fly,

the wind flames

with tongues of heat

that reach the sun

hungry, licking, feeding,

until there’s nothing left

but a belly full of light.


© 2001, 2015 Betty Hayes Albright


Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd,

as he flew over New Mexico recently.

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Split wood glows at dusk

releasing its inner sun

giving to the end.


© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright


(Fuzzy photo taken Sept. 2014 – gotta get a new camera. Or a new photographer.)

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.         (from 1966 – age 19)


At first I lived in black and white,

the nights were dark, the days were light

and in between there was a grey

that hardly changed from day to day.


Laughter sprang from shallow seas,

leafing elms 3-8-2012

my tears were trivialities.

I walked on by and couldn’t bear

the colors burning everywhere.


But then one spring the blue-bells tolled

of leaves in green and suns in gold,

of hearts that pulsate ripe and red,

love burst in rainbows ‘bout my head!


(c) 1966,   2012  Betty Hayes Albright


(It’s not quite spring yet, but it’s coming! 🙂 )

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