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 there. I carefully picked it up, took it home with the … Continue reading A Quilt Whispers
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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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I Stop the Questioning
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 Germany fills her afternoon... Each February I remember the fragile note,kept … Continue reading I Stop the Questioning
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A Quilt Whispers Autumn sunshine dapples the floorboards of an old clapboard home once filled with family. Heaped in a darkened corner, discarded and tattered with age, my grandmother’s quilt awaits a second beginning. Made of her life and love, softened from generations of use, the faded, weathered fabric holds memories inside the seams. Strong, … Continue reading
