Monday, January 3, 2011

Monday January 3, 2010



I looked up and was startled to see,
The light creeping into day,
Brilliant pink-orange and grays,
Striated across the eastern sky,
Glaicer blue.




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GLACIER BLUE
Quiet, early morning,
Glacier blue,
Winter cold at my door,
Wants to come in.
0 degrees, feels like -12

The dream looms large,
The same dream,
The details are different,
You say, "You thought
I had forgotten your name."
I took your face in my hands,
My eyes looked into
Your glacier blues,
And reminded you of
The events that happened,
You were like glass,
Not completely real.

I knew all along,
It was my dream,
In glacier-blue,
You were not there,
Will I continue to
Dream of you?

I looked up and was startled
To see the light creeping into day,
Brilliant orange-pink and grays,
Striated across the eastern sky,
Glacier blue,
Winter at my door,
Wants to come in.

Sometimes I am caught up in the
Sound of clanging bells,
But they do not sound for me,
Not now, not today.
0 degrees, feels like -12
Winter at my door,
My heart is glacier blue.

5 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed the poems highlighted in Poets United and decided to visit. Nice blog! Lovely peotry.

    I was also enticed at finding a fellow New Mexican. I live down south though. Taos is one of my favorite places and I haven't been there in years. I'm glad you are enjoying its beauty.

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  2. So much emotion in this piece...so glad Poets United highlighted you :)

    Winter at my door,
    Wants to come in.

    Sometimes I am caught up in the
    Sound of clanging bells,
    But they do not sound for me,
    Not now, not today.
    0 degrees, feels like -12
    Winter at my door,
    My heart is glacier blue. <---Just wonderful

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  3. Glacier blue heart sounds cold. Not you, Annell.

    'You were like glass,
    Not completely real.'
    Interesting lines. Could you 'see through' or was it a 'persona' you were observing? Maybe both.

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  4. I like the way all three pieces echo one another, yet stand alone at the same time. You begin with the width of the sky, yet end with one beating heart. Love the movement, almost in steps, stepping stones(?), each piece leading always to that single beating heart. Wonderful stuff,

    Elizabeth

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  5. This whole string is amazing Annell!

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