Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 2010 - present, tagged Deep Water, dream, Love, memory, no stranger, poem, Poetry, wishful thinking on March 23, 2014| 21 Comments »
Sift lightly through my memory,
let me catch a bit of thee,
.
I slumber in the speckled sun,
my laces – they have come undone,
.
fall softly through an open dream,
you bring berries, I’ll bring cream,
.
we’ll build a tower, peal the bell,
no stranger, love – I know thee well.
.
© 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Deep Water, Poetry 1990's, tagged distance, Earth, globe, Love, poem, Poetry, wishful thinking on November 1, 2012| 14 Comments »
She could start digging
at an angle
through dirt and rock
and iron crust
until the cave grew long
and glistened
with old rain
and her shoulders
would slide through it
like in a birth canal
and she would struggle deep
in black hard-pan
till after centuries
the ceiling would grow thin
and there would be lights
and she would crack through
into another land
close beside a fire pit –
and the grave
of a well-loved dog.
.
(c) 1995, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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