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. Ziemassvētku Ausma (Latvian) Es pamostos Ziemassvētku ausmas gaisma; spīdīgs sniegputenis atbalsojas kalnos. Ar šķīrušiem aizkariem, manas interesantas acis seko sniega raupšana no priedes adatas zariem. Saules lāva pārņem opera; dzēšot garas zilas pelēkas ēnas. … Continue reading Christmas Dawn
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Why I Write Poetry
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 be authentic. Because we need poetry. Besides, supplies are basic and simple…a … Continue reading Why I Write Poetry
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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, white tailed deer scrape snow on their tongues on a late … Continue reading
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The Wedding Ring Quilt
The Wedding Ring Quilt This morning, the first snow of spring fell like a curtain of lace across the mountains spilling leftovers of winter down into the stunted pine brushed valley. The touch of your smile held the warmth of weathered hands; eyes of silver and sage glistened when I said, “I hope it snows … Continue reading The Wedding Ring Quilt
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Writing what I experience-not what I know…exactly
I write free verse only; I am partial to the flow of eloquent and rich language. I cannot rhyme or do metered poetry or sonnets-it reminds me of teaching language arts daily to my students at school. I do not care for writing prompts set up by someone else’s idea of what a writing subject … Continue reading Writing what I experience-not what I know…exactly
