Anna Blake Godbout
Award Winning Author and Publisher
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A Quilt Whispers
This poem is based upon a true event. Shortly after my grandfather passed away in August 1974, I found a battered worn down quilt in the corner of my grandparents’ living room. I had not seen it before in all my childhood years visiting…
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In Honor Of National Poetry Month: Jane Kenyon’s Advice
“Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular…
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Christmas Dawn
This poem, written and published in my first poetry collection titled ‘Journey On: Beauty and Grit Along the Way, is accompanied by a translation into Latvian. Christmas Dawn I awake in the Christmas dawn light; a shimmering snowfall echoes upon the mountains. Through parted curtains, my curious eyes follow a shaking of snow from pine needled branches. An opera of sun slowly takes over; erasing long blue gray shadows. We lie under the soft warmth of the red plaid comforter, meeting the moment of a gentle and tender us. …
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I Won’t Leave You
This poem first appeared in Journey On : Beauty and Grit Along the Way published in 2012. It has since undergone revision and will appear in the upcoming poetry collection titled Winter’s Call. I Won’t Leave You You and I have many dusty…
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Remnant
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…
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A Walk with the Clouds
Let us walk, along the mountain coast under clouds light as springtime air. There are no cares from the pouring rain that soak our way. Skies of denim blue nudged by the sea’s wind remind us to leave behind heartache and hurdle. I take…
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The Workbench
The Workbench After the burial, I walk up to the old white clapboard house and peer with cupped hands into a cobwebbed cellar window. Inside the dank and musty interior, I see my grandfather’s once vital workbench ghostlike, scarcely lit by streaks of powdered…
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Giving the Beach Back to the Tourists
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…
