Looking for myself
among crowded metaphors
my search is stranger
Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong. View all posts by Anita Lubesh
Excellent. I like this Anita.
Cheers,
Frank
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Thank you, Frank.
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Brilliant!
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Thank you.
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Very nice 👍🏾
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Thank you.
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Nicely done!! I like it. 🙂
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Glad you like it.
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oh, perfection! I love it!
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Thank you very much.
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Wonderful poem, Anita. As striking as the image.
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Thank you, Michael. I couldn’t sleep so got up early had my toast and wrote it.
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I feel most creative at that time each day. But ah, how I envy my daughter who can sleep through an earthquake, and has.
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Mild quakes hopefully -but that has been me largely but I have turned into a morning person from night owl, mainly to help my husband actually sleep. We can see how long it lasts lol.
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Bravo
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Thank you very much.
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