Tag: women writers

Where were you when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon?

July, 20, 1969. Where was I? I was at my house on 7 Constitution drive, in Cold Spring NY. It was my mother’s birthday weekend-her birthday on July 19th and her brother’s birthday on July 21st. My mother was thrilled beyond words that the… Continue Reading “Where were you when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon?”

Broken Crayons

This poem needs no explanation. It was written almost twenty years ago and has not seen the light of day as it has been kept in my files all this time. It is a relevant one  I feel…just as it was when it was… Continue Reading “Broken Crayons”

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… Continue Reading “Remnant”

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”

Tech vs Serendipity

 I found this quote on a blog from the New Yorker and wondered what others think of this. Not having everything electronically at your fingertips allows for a level of serendipity that I value and encourage in life, especially when traveling. I think with… Continue Reading “Tech vs Serendipity”

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 “”

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”

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”

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”

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”

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 “”

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”

Beatrix Potter

Le petit lapin espiègle à la veste bleue vous a toujours séduit par ses facéties et vous souhaitez en savoir plus sur celle qui lui a donné vie, ce blog vous ouvre la porte du monde fascinant de Beatrix Potter

Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

A Note From Abroad

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sailaway from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain

(CALIATH)

An Empyrean Cycle

Shreya Vikram

Blurring the lines between poetry and prose

Tea Blog

Official Blog of the English Tea Store

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