Anna Blake Godbout
Notes from the Ridge
Tag: women poets
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… Continue Reading “A Walk with the Clouds”
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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… Continue Reading “Why I Write Poetry”
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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… Continue Reading “Giving the Beach Back to the Tourists”
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Journey On
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”
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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… Continue Reading “I Stop the Questioning”
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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,… Continue Reading “”
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Another Book Spine Poem
Fooling with words, I seek out a dream- how to make a life as a poet. Hot coffee, and cold truth, a woman’s notebook encounters the writing circle, on a Thursday in autumn at the bookstore. Later, a walk on the beach, a gift… Continue Reading “Another Book Spine Poem”
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Book Spine Poetry: A Fun Way to Dabble with Words
Escaping into the open a sudden country… woven on the wind. On winter morning walks, Hunger speaks.
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