Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged comet, Deep Water, endurance, Love, memories, passion, patience, poem, Poetry, time, waiting on December 27, 2017| 35 Comments »
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Earth freezes
when the comet
spreads his tail
like a dove.
She covers tiny trees
against the frost
and watches
till the fan of indigo
folds and disappears.
Once in a lifetime
or a thousand years
it matters not,
she’ll know him
by his steel blue
when he comes again.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post, revised)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, dreams, eternity, Love, poem, Poetry, sea, waiting on July 31, 2016| 10 Comments »
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The sea folds back
upon itself
does not permit
the easy love
nor duplications
of a dream,
and she no longer rides
that broken wave –
it is behind her now.
But still she knows
the sacred vessel
of their love
will navigate
the undertow
and when the tide
wraps high again
she’ll be here
watching, waiting,
on the shore.
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© 1996, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post from 2012)
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(New header photo taken by my son, Jason Judd, on the Oregon coast.)
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged eternity, Love, poem, Poetry, sea, shore, survival, waiting, waves on November 8, 2012| 23 Comments »
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The sea folds back
upon itself
does not permit
the easy love
nor duplications
of a dream,
and she no longer rides
that broken wave –
it is behind her now.
But still she knows
the sacred vessel
of their love
will navigate
the undertow
and when the tide
wraps high again
she’ll be here
watching, waiting,
on the shore.
.
© 1996, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Maeberie series, Poetry 1990's, tagged dance, flutes, Maeberie series, Pan, Poetry, waiting, yellow ribbon on January 30, 2012| 39 Comments »
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And she will dwell
in a cottage of white
and wait for him
at the river’s edge
with birds and breezes
tending the trees
and they’ll be coming
through the woods,
the poets and flutists
late at night
and after they’re gone
she’ll dance naked through
the wildflowers
beneath the moon
a yellow ribbon
tied around her heart.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged Deep Water, freeze, Love, passion, poem, Poetry, snow, waiting, winter on December 8, 2011| 10 Comments »
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What are these icy blades
that pull words crisp
through dunes of snow,
that draw my heart
to shiver
in your sea?
Fly if you must
beyond this salty mood
(still frozen to my cheek)
and I will wait
for winter’s hands
to thaw.
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(c) 1993, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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