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Naturally: Four By Six

NATURALLY II

I see plants before me
As they stand before me
Sustained by the same air
Breathing our shared essence

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Ablaze

ABLAZE

A light in the distance
Short term memory a torch
Against encroaching darkness

Came to (again)
Wake up time then I guess
And guess what?

Stuff
And after that?
More stuff

Then next after that
You know what?
More stuff

Und so weiter
Und so weiter
Till sleep time

Then guess what?
Dreams n dreams
Sometimes even enjoyable

Still mainly forgotten
Immediately admittedly
Or else soon after

Then came to (again)
When to be honest
(With himself too)

Not writing for you
Or else some sparrow
But for some eagle

Hovering in mid air
Uninvolved, equivocal
Equivocally uninvolved

Ultimately unconcerned
Regarding your existence
Never mind his own

Perennial

 1805. Perennial

…..
…..
…..
PERENNIAL

Keeps her secrets
Within her silence

I too, passing her
Day after day

A gladsome addition
To my daily constitutional

Grateful to the wind
That blew her seed here

A gradual paling
Day after day

Petals crinkle, fall
Her secrets die with her

I shall mourn her absence
Patiently await next Summer

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

.

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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Kisses

KISSES

Way beyond friendship
Kisses inflate balloons which
Burst setting us free

The Verdict

THE VERDICT

She returned from the doctor’s surgery.
There was a silence. Then another. Then.
“He says it’s terminal,” she said.
“Life is terminal,” he replied quietly.

Kali Yuga Time, Folks

KALI YUGA TIME, FOLKS

They soiled their linen
Over several lifetimes
Again and again
Then woke up, soaked, washed and rinsed
Now here comes the spin cycle

Keeping In Touch

KEEPING IN TOUCH

“HI! Love you. Kiss kiss.
Must dash.” And scrolls down to the
Next ten second bite.

Old Lovers (A Four By Six)

OLD LOVERS

That curious rhythm
Stitched us to its branchings
Caught up in its weaving
Gladly surrendering

Trimurti (The Writer’s Lot) – (A Four By Six)

TRIMURTI (THE WRITER’S LOT)

Creating. Destroying.
In between? Sustaining.
What about abstaining?
That’s when there’s writer’s block.

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