Anne Morin

Anne Morin Poems

We read the words within the stars
above the blackest lines.
You start the song; I follow through,
while She, She sets the bars.
...

My Life stood a wormy tree
hiding by a mountain road.
Then chopped down, chipped and left for dross
was taken by the wind.
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Bakelite Horses and Riders

Ridden hard by cowboys and Indians,
a few tin soldiers and one molded beige girl,
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Along Our Sister Willamette: A Play

Along our Sister’s southwestern shore
exactly one mile from the Sellwood Bridge
...

I want to float in the coolness of air
Tenderly holding my breath
Listen to the winds of change
Bend my world
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Anne Morin Biography

I am a 67-year young traveler in this universe, on Planet Earth, in North America, Portland, Oregon, living on the Willamette River in a condo by the water. I spend days writing poetry, radio scripts, and an online novel I've been working on for a long time; serving on various boards of directors; working as a consultant for Native American and Cuban artists; creating books of poetry for friends who wish to publish but can’t afford the cost; occasionally substitute teaching for our school district here in Portland; playing with friends whenever I can; enjoying a variety of music, art, and travel; and loving my life, no matter what it brings. I am known as being quite a character; I dance to my own music and sometimes shock my less adventurous friends with my scandalous behavior. I love trying new things, pushing the envelope. I am a Liberal with a capital L; I am sensual and sensitive; and I am a passionate woman. I seek friends first, last and always. Sometimes I get the lonelies, but I'm too busy to hang on to negative stuff, so I live with it. I'm finding that getting older is challenging; people have such ideas about you when you relax into the higher numbers of life. I enjoy meeting flexible thinkers.)

The Best Poem Of Anne Morin

Three Coyotes

We read the words within the stars
above the blackest lines.
You start the song; I follow through,
while She, She sets the bars.

Her head is raised in ecstasy;
we turn to harmonize.
I pause, then yip admiring praise,
glissandos revealed to me.

You trill the longest melody;
she ornaments with ease.
I raise my tail to emphasize
our glorious cacophony.

This deep expression of the soul,
a madrigal of sounds,
is sent into the universe –
respectful, grounded, whole.

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