Winona Paige
LightNews LightNews
banner
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Winona Paige
@poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
82 followers 120 following 36 posts
An aspiring poet who's not afraid to talk about periods.
https://winonapanderson.com/
Posts Replies Media Videos
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Need some inspiration for your next poem? Try giving ovarian form a try - here's a quick breakdown of how the form works. If you're interested in a more of a breakdown of the form, you can also check it out on my website at winonapanderson.com/2025/04/12/o...
a text explanation of a poetic form called "ovarian form," on a light pink background with a wreath with a circle of arrows in the center in the upper right corner of the image. The text reads: Ovarian Form 1st stanza - about ¼ of the poem - tone should gain momentum and be energetic, excited, alive, freeing 2nd stanza - one to two lines (or about an equivalent ratio for longer poems) - tone is a sudden break or shift in direction from the first stanza 3rd stanza - about ½ of the poem - tone should show a descent, getting darker and moodier and heavier as you go, until… 4th stanza - about ¼ of the poem - tone now shifts back towards hope, circles back to beginning themes, and starts its movement back towards that energy from the first stanza Additionally: The last word of each stanza should be the first word of the next, and the last word of the poem should repeat the first word of the poem.
April 26, 2025 at 3:03 AM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
@official-jkrowling.bsky.social
I wrote you a poem, I hope you like it :)
A poem on a background of a purple, grey, and black stripes, the poem reads: it took me so long by Winona Anderson, I was ten, thinking I knew what a crush felt like, there he was— knew we loved the same bands. I knew what a crush led to, even then. But I was so young, I’m not worried yet. What it led to, even then— think of how I’m all wrong. I’m not worried, yet now stung like a lie. I’d think of where I went wrong— was I just broken? It just grew like a lie, so I’d sit and pretend Was I just broken, was there a reason? To sit and pretend, I was like others. Was there a reason? Took me years to see I was like others – My ace family.
April 10, 2025 at 11:47 PM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Just hit 20 poetry submissions! I'm already a fifth of the way through the start of my journey to 100 NOs - can't wait to see where this takes me. #emergingpoet
winonapanderson.com/race-to-100/
A collection of ten blank books, each with a percentage on the cover from 10% to 100%, with the two books that read 10% and 20% colored in.
April 1, 2025 at 12:40 AM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Now is the time to join the Collective
winonapanderson.com/2025/03/29/c...
A poem titled "collective," written by Winona Anderson. The poem reads Pen in hand, the words begin to flow, pouring out the stories once untold, tales of women, beautiful and bold, rising up together, voices grow. They resist each obstacle, each blow, band together, warmth against the cold, they don't bend or break, they simply fold they are origami – all they know. Leaping now from paper, growing songs, singing both for pain and joy combined, lifting up their voices as I write. Join them in the crowds, the streets, the throngs, join the march, the hallowed halls we lined, stories blend, link arms and face the fight.
March 29, 2025 at 5:31 PM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Looking at my calendar with all of the March 31st/April 1st submission deadlines really has me physically rolling up my sleeves - let's do this!
#emergingpoet
March 26, 2025 at 9:50 PM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
Some new poetry for you on this lovely Monday, ready to start the week anew.
#emergingpoet
A poem placed on a background that shows a sun rising, titled "Start Anew" by Winona Anderson. The poem reads: Morning comes again as dawn is breaking. Gasp and brace against the pain, I settle; praise the cramping, stinging me like nettle - sweet relief that courses through me, quaking. For this is reprieve, despite the aching. Joyous blood that does bring back my mettle. Thankful for these days that taste of metal, smile and greet my soul that now is waking. Mind and body no longer accosted. Senses that were dulled, feel how they heighten; listen as the storm does pass - no thunder. Muscles start relaxing. I'm exhausted. Sloughing off the past few weeks, I lighten, lift away the weight I was kept under.
March 24, 2025 at 5:47 PM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
My new piece is up on my website, go check it out! #emergingpoet
winonapanderson.com/2025/03/21/t...
March 21, 2025 at 5:45 PM
poetwinonaanderson.bsky.social
~Waterfalls~

Water
embodies peace
and rage as it churns, roars
over cliffsides and rocks, toward
calm pools.

- An excerpt from my upcoming collection, "Blood Waters the Flower"
#emergingpoet
Photo from the top view of a waterfall, with the water white and frothy as it goes over the edge. There are green forests in the background, and mist rises from the water as it moves.
March 19, 2025 at 4:05 PM