Anne Winter Poet Free verse

Oblivion

Billions of galaxies,
Plenty of planets,
Moons and suns,
Unfathomable stars,
Bountiful black holes,
Drastic darkness,
Yet on this esoteric earth
My minute head is
Filled with frivolous 
And quizzical questions,
“What should I have for dinner?”
“Am I going to be a winner?”

Funny how we take everything 
For granted guilelessly,
The thing we call life,
Feels like a distraction sometimes,
Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, funerals,
Imbecilic circle,
Just like a circus,
Fathers on hamster wheels,
Mothers on tea cup rides,
Children on roller coasters,
Is life a distraction from life?

Free will is another topic 
Of a mystery map to 
Deeply dive in and discover
That all that matters is 
The clouds in your coffee,
The sun in your pancakes,
And the moon in your pain au chocolat. 

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Paige Hind June 16, 2025 at 8:25 PM Interesting- I liked "clouds in coffee", "sun in pancakes",,,, etc. :) Anne Winter June 18, 2025 at 7:09 PM Dear Paige, I'm glad you enjoyed my poem :)

Kim Rodrigues June 14, 2025 at 5:58 AM Such a great writer! Anne Winter June 15, 2025 at 2:54 AM Thank you so much for such kind words <3

CayCay Godwin June 13, 2025 at 6:46 PM This went from enchantment to everyday humanness, a complete package in a pretty bow, gifting readers with galaxy beautiful, plus chance to laugh at themself and maybe rethink some priorities. Very effective. I wrote one about how every time I really focus on where we are, rubber bands snap in my head (something like that). It is a dizzy think, where are we? Poetry hugs ... CayCay Anne Winter June 15, 2025 at 2:55 AM Dear CayCay, I appreciate the kind words, thank you for writing such a thoughtful comment. I'm grateful for your kindness. Best, Anne

Sam Scott June 13, 2025 at 3:23 AM I thought, and have for many years, that the infinite in the heavens and beyond in it's vastness - we have no visibility or personal knowledge of.. science guides our understanding. And yet, here we are dealing with colours, lattes, poetry and joyful (some not) experiences of life. Small things are, infact not small at all - they define us, shape us, we become part of their story and they ours. So - you summarise beautifully in this poem; quizzical and petite, pretty and thoughful. A treat. S:)x Anne Winter June 13, 2025 at 6:49 AM Dear Sam, yes it's the everyday beauty we live for, science is necessary for life but love, beauty, poetry and good coffee is what we stay alive for. Thank you so much for writing such a lovely comment ! I appreciate you. Best, Anne

Daniel Henry Rodgers June 12, 2025 at 3:49 AM Dearest Anne, I read it twice, then a third time, and each time I felt this strange, comforting twist, like you’d managed to wrap all the chaos and wonder and absurdity of being alive into a handful of lines. Anne, I love how you zoom all the way out to the galaxies and black holes, and then snap right back to the tiny, ridiculous questions that fill our heads every day. It’s so true that sometimes I catch myself worrying about the dumbest things, and then I remember we’re all just spinning on this weird blue marble in the middle of nowhere. Your words made me laugh and sigh and feel a little less alone with my own “frivolous and quizzical questions.” Beautifu and thought provoking. Blessings and hugs Dear Anne, Daniel Anne Winter June 13, 2025 at 6:46 AM Dearest Daniel, I also had this exact thought “we’re all just spinning on this weird blue marble in the middle of nowhere” before I decided to write a poem about it. I think we think alike. You always understand the true meaning of my poems. Thank you so much for the lovely notes, I am thankful. With love and respect always, Anne

Anne-Lise Andresen June 12, 2025 at 1:12 AM - Never take life for granted... and remember it's the little everyday things that matter the most, Anne :) - A lovely poem :) - hugs Anne Winter June 12, 2025 at 1:36 AM Dear Anne-Lise, thank you so much for writing such a lovely and positive comment. I appreciate you, dear friend. Best, Anne

I Am Anaya June 11, 2025 at 3:19 PM So many choices, it could be verse (as in worse) jk "as in; we could be all dressed up and no where to go!" :( Connecting with nature's settings help me control those silly distractions. I Love that... "the clouds in your coffee" makes me think of that song by Carly when it meant... "Clouds in my coffee are the confusing aspects of life and love, that which you can't see through and yet seems alluring... until...Like a mirage that turns into a dry patch"--Carly Simon. Quite a collection of things to do we can't always escape, Anne. Enjoyable read I Am Anaya June 12, 2025 at 9:41 AM You are so articulate poetess ~ I fixed above, my bad! Anne Winter June 12, 2025 at 1:37 AM Dear Anaya, thank you so much for writing such kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I'm still figuring out how I wanted to write this poem. It is still not articulate. Best, Anne

Zyrool Gifford June 11, 2025 at 6:30 AM This is a great write and an enjoyable read, Anne. Loved the ending. I’m going to have a coffee with clouds in it. Enjoy your day my friend. Anne Winter June 11, 2025 at 8:11 AM Dear Zyrool, thank you for the lovely comment, it is appreciated. Enjoy your coffee and have a wonderful day :)