Posted in meditation, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged consciousness, cosmos, meditation, poem, Poetry, presence, shift, spirituality, wings on December 5, 2020| 18 Comments »
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Washing dishes and
longing out the window
at trees
when suddenly
the ends of the universe touch
like the tips of two wings
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and I’m there
at that center
where nothing exists
but a bubbly plate
and the clear hot water
rinsing it clean.
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© 2012, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Re-posted from 2015, previously titled “Clear”.
Also published in Skipping Stones in 2018.
This is a revised version — hopefully improved. 😊
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Posted in haiku or senryu, just a scribble, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged gift, life, Love, now, poem, Poetry, present, senryu, time, wings on February 9, 2020| 35 Comments »
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Now we understand —
time is not a fleeting thing,
it is we who fleet.
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Now we understand –
time does not have any wings,
it is we who fly.
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Now we understand –
there is only one present
for us to unwrap.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Sorry I’m way behind reading blogs again. Am missing you all, and will hopefully start catching up soon, little by little. Please forgive me if I don’t comment much. (Fibromyalgia and chronic back pain are the usual culprits, and I know many of you can relate to these “invisible” health problems.)
Loving thoughts to everyone. ❤❤
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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present, tagged birds, caprice, Doves, nature, poem, Poetry, what I saw out the window, wings on January 9, 2020| 34 Comments »
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Fifty doves
fly as one –
a hundred wings
on a string
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like a cloud
caught by the sun
in a glint
and a flutter
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before they all
disappear
to swerve in the curve
of caprice.
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© 2020 Betty Hayes Albright
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Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged death, flight, joy, life, peace, poem, Poetry, prayer, seagull, sorrow, wings on May 18, 2018| 27 Comments »
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I’d fly on white wings,
one of joy
one of sorrow
balanced
on crosswinds
above
and below
to mate
in mid-flight
with a prayer.
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(c) 1990, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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(A re-post from 2011)
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My thoughts and condolences are with Santa Fe, Texas today, and with all those affected by this most recent school shooting. When will it stop?
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged birds, death, forgiveness, life, nature, poem, Poetry, rebirth, Sparrow, spirituality, wings on June 8, 2017| 21 Comments »
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Oh garden bird
you kept a wild heart
between your ribs
as you danced
the morning zephyr
darting circles
through the phlox.
Your last song
sang of forgiveness
to the cat
before you died.
Let me hold
your empty body
till I feel again
the pulse
of swaying hills
and flying trees,
till my own wings spread
new feathers
and we both reclaim the sky.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Posted in Poetry 1970's, tagged Beloved, escape, flying, homing pigeon, spirituality, Trees, wings on November 4, 2011| 10 Comments »
(an old one from the ’70’s)
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Fly, homing pigeon –
high above effects,
blood-stained battlegrounds,
crackling casinos,
robbers of graves,
the sweating of small stuff.
Ready, aim, soar
above the tallest tree
to the mountain top.
Fly home, Beloved –
your wings were made for this.
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(c) 1978, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Doves, joy, Love, prayer, sorrow, wings on October 26, 2011| 18 Comments »
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I’d fly on white wings,
one of joy
one of sorrow
balanced
on crosswinds
above
and below
to mate
in mid-flight
with a prayer.
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(c) 1990, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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