Notes from the Ridge
A most wonderful and nostalgic find in my recipe box a few afternoons ago; I decided to post it today and you will see why. 62 years ago today in 1957, my grandmother-whom we always called Nana-wrote down a recipe for Easy Chocolate Frosting… Continue Reading “My Nostalgic Find”
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A very special poem from my poetry collection Journey On: Beauty And Grit Along the Way. It was one of those poems that came to me so easily…I love when writing a poem can actually be almost effortless. This one was: Remnant You found… Continue Reading “Remnant”
I am greeting September with a quiet poem for my readers. The bustle of summer is now past. Here in Colorado our mornings begin with chilled autumn like temperatures. Spots of orange are appearing on the scrub oak and the aspens are tinged with… Continue Reading “”
August 8, 2014 by annablakegodbout I am often asked why I have chosen to write poems instead of novels, short stories and essays in my writer’s life. My answer is not a complicated one: Because I want to. Because it lets me… Continue Reading “Why I Write Poetry”
August brings forth the winding down of summer days and nights. Soon Nature’s landscape will begin slow quiet changes often without notice. Before the calendar rolls in September, I give you a poem of quiet summer reflection. A moment in time when evening settles… Continue Reading “Giving the Beach Back to the Tourists”
It’s time to become acquainted with a new season and embrace a limitless horizon, vast and mysterious. No longer desiring to be held back, a long silence stirs awake. My life map unfolds; a new journey begins… revealing new dreams with the same heart.… Continue Reading “Journey On”
Before February gets by us, I want to share this poem about a moment in time filled with an enduring memory. As the snows falls and the wind blusters by, a woman with her warm comforts of tea and a charming music box from… Continue Reading “I Stop the Questioning”
Late Afternoon in Early Winter The wood stove fire burns slowly, warmth seeps into ridges of a red fleece blanket that adorns my shivering shoulders. Outside the snow softly falls, swirls of silver and white cover autumn into bare branched silence. North winds howl,… Continue Reading “”
A warm morning on the beach; the sunrise bellows tangerine and lavender where sea and sky become one. I walk in sand-silenced footsteps along the shoreline with a gathering bucket in hand, listening to breakers crash and the cry of gulls. Above pelicans swoop… Continue Reading “Beach Harvest”
It is the first day of National Poetry Month and this blog is declared to be officially open or perhaps I should say “re-open”. Blog posts have not been made for quite sometime and what a perfect time to re-open Journey On to readers! … Continue Reading “Deep Winter, Now Gone”
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