Friday, July 11, 2014

Trust ... a poem



          Trust ...a poem

Poems remind us
that meaning
is not locked in place.

It takes listening
to write, and listening
to read... remembering.

Each word has a history
creating a now with all
that has been
and all that might be.

Context changes
with mood, and the way
light hits the page...

[Do you see the same illustration I do
from King Arthur's court?]

A poem's interpretation is at all times
momentary.

A kaleidoscope capture
of personal experience...

Pebbles moving in a mountain stream
of cold fresh water, pebbles
tumbling into polished
glimmering treasure,
but only for one who
notices and reflects

with human warmth
and connection.




poem copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Dawdling

         
      Dawdling

Delayed day break
in the dim and blur
of snow fall
at dawn...

Grey tones
patterned
with crystals.

Pause.

Eventually
snow clouds lighten
lifting allowing

radiant
gleam.




poem & photo copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab

Friday, January 3, 2014

Adding Spice to Life


    Adding Spice to Life

On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
deer were in the woods
watching us slow down.

 

On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
a large flock of geese
floated on the creek.

 

On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
we saw a mallard and his mate
and a merganser.

 

On the day you were born,
sweet Basil,
Your older brother had
garlicky hummus on pita for lunch

 

with slices of cucumber.


poem & photo copyright ©2014 Anne Selden Annab