Enjoy Dr. Anne Blythe's new book of poetry. Seventy beautiful poems. Life Twiced Loved is a collection of poems written over a lifetime. As Kahil Gibran would say - how can we know happiness without sorrow, joy without pain? These poems mirror the life of one poet "who's not been afraid to tip the Cup of Life to her lips with a smile." $20 plus $5 shipping and 6% SC sales tax if applicable. See below for an excerpt of poems. 127 pages in 8 1/2" by 5 1/2" book.
Black Leggings and Pearls
As mountain winter approaches and the days grow shorter, I dress for the evening in leggings and pearls.
I putter about in socks, hair piled high and off my shoulders, slouchy old sweaters… Beat-Generation black--- the older the better.
Boho refined with a touch of old jewelry.
I remember a New York actor friend, who dyed his balding head red and taught me that the secret of eternal youth lies in the soft lustrous glow of pink light bulbs, and of lamps draped in rich luxurious fabrics--- I remember him saying “They’ll never get women out of leggings….” And saying it somewhat mournfully.
But I love finding myself on these cold winter nights feeling elegant, comfy Boho and Beat.
Warm in the glow of soft pink light bulbs, black leggings and pearls.
Cold River: A Self-Portrait
Even the river’s cold this morning. Her smoky breath rides her waves the way my own cloud puffs number my breaths as I round the curves up the mountain.
It’s a perfect winter day and everywhere I turn The river sings to me--- she roars, she lullabys, she sings with deep knowledge of earth’s sorrows and sins and promises. She sings with all the hope of a quickening woman’s heart.
She is my companion, this river woman--- She understands this crazy old heart of mine.
Her diamond sprays are a million eyes embracing me, studying me, hailing me towards what she knows I don’t yet know---but wants me to learn.
She shapes my progress up the mountain. Well she knows my raging heart--- how alight it is with stars--- knows, too, that I’m part the moon’s child as well as hers.
As freely as her own waters cascade off the crest of this granite mountain, my own spirit glides and soars the high blue ridge. The beat of my heart echoes the roar of falls, keeps time with the river’s lucent songs.
She’s teaching me to fly again, my river is---- to sing again…to love and be loved… at last …again.