Past Time

The best tribute I can pay to this piece, Betty, is to repost it so that others can stumble upon it – and you. The best poems are timeless.

Seasonings

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She whittles

on a block

of solitude

until it’s gone

and pieces lie

about her feet

and slivers

bleed her hands

carving

out another poem

that only he

will understand.

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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on September 18, 2017, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. This gives me goosebumps. Thanks for sharing, Ben! I’ve always enjoyed Betty’s beautiful writing…

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