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.
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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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Posted on September 18, 2017, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Thank you so much, Ben!
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Hoping it will reach some new readers. 🙂
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This gives me goosebumps. Thanks for sharing, Ben! I’ve always enjoyed Betty’s beautiful writing…
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Yes. She is among my favourites here. 🙂
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You honor me, Ben. And you must know the admiration is mutual. 🤗
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Thank you, Betty.
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Love Betty’s work.
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You have excellent taste.
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🙂
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Ahh, you both are making me blush. Thank you, Ben and Bela. 😄 😍
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Literally my pleasure. 🙂
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