Let yourself be carried away by this. You will not regret it.



We fan the embers

turning to flamingo flames

parsing the silence


like a blue-white star –

fire so hot there is no smoke,

just the melt of time.


Vermilion night,

soft sizzle of sparks afire –

it begins to rain.



©  2019  Betty Hayes Albright


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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 6, 2019, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Betty’s work is beautiful 💜

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  2. vidzthepenowriter

    Whoa… Really nice Betty…
    Tempted to try one like this🤔🤔😋

    Liked by 1 person

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