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    Scribble Camp
    Nov 06, 2020

    Ann needs some help.

    in Announcements

    Good morning, everyone,


    Ann, a new poet, is having trouble posting a poem. When she hits submit her screen goes black.

    I'm going to pin this, with her contact info, and some of her work, until the problem can be resolved.


    If anyone can help her, I would appreciate it, She uses an iphone from Norway.


    Thanks, Maggie

    ____________________________________________________

    Margaret Ann Waddicor - Poet

    Fjelly

    Flatdalsvegen 730

    3841 Flatdal

    annwaddicor@icloud.com

    Telefon: 047 41 42 08 66





    This morning quietly enters the stage

    her veils sinking and rising

    so slowly changing shape in the vagrant air

    gently caresses firs and birches

    with her invisible wand of winter cool

    encourages the colours to tint the view

    sees her reflection in each silver birch leaf

    of yellow and green

    knows here place

    as does the fat pigeon

    on top of that maple tree

    his shape a dark contrast

    to the tracery of branches

    another wings past

    in ungainly flaps gliding a dawn glidssando

    joins a sudden shower of leaves

    that follow suit

    some spinning enjoying their last flight

    to come to rest with the gathered pile on the lawn

    giving the big toadstool a cocked hat


    M. Ann Waddicor 22nd October 2020


    Eve's Twilit Scene

    In the evening twilight

    the mountain and the trees

    sit there immobile in the still air

    only the colours seem to vibrate

    with autumn fervour

    like fireworks in the quiet

    the grey rocks expressing their coldness

    the slight sprinkle of snow on top

    only two house visible

    peeping over some yellow birches with their brown eyebrows

    golden stars welcome the Milky Way on the green lawn

    no bird disturbs the peace

    an hour to meditate

    when all has fallen motionless

    the mind can concentrate on being stilled

    no thought

    just contemplation of the scene

    allowing nature's magic to sink in

    M Ann Waddicor 9th August 2020


    Describing my good friend Synnove who died at 92


    The valley has fallen silent

    it's Queen has taken her leave

    the trees wilt in sunshine

    the birds stilled are hidden

    we breath as before but much heavier

    our wings have been weighed down with grief

    she'll not come back to the fold

    her train is the mist in the valley

    her dress is of silver and gold

    reflected from her heavenly body

    soon to be buried in mould

    her spirit has long taken flight

    up to the stars in the sky

    where her tears will come down

    like her silken gown

    its glittering sight in the river

    there showing her presence forever

    M. Ann Waddicor 14th August 2020

    Love to you all Ann of Norway

    Margaret Ann Waddicor Engeslk poetess



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    ruiz9418
    Nov 07, 2020

    Ann has been a long-time friend, meeting us for a stay in Cleveland approx 10 years ago, when Barry and I first moved in together and to Cleveland. I sent her a numbered how to, though I am also technology-challenged, I try this and that until it works. Unless I am totally ignorant if she can messenger me, she can also post and interact on this or any other site. I like learning new things but Ann has been going through some serious health issues, always dealing with them in a positive way. Never taking her feelings out on others. An ultimate kindness permeates through her nature poems.

    silent lotus
    Nov 09, 2020

    @ruiz9418 @annwaddicor .so nice to remember being between the covers together with AnnA and Barry and Ann in A Moonlit Teahouse ,,anthology 2015

    jaygandhi_9
    Nov 13, 2020

    I do not know the reason why she can't post on hitting Submit but these poems are fantastic. There is unflinching calmness I felt while reading her work.

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