
Wistful waters croon
their tranquil notes,
stirring streams
to run the course
of our age’s peaks and troughs –
ululating reservoirs pool
naturally when catastrophes
become walled dams;
unabated, the simple reed’s voice
needs no coax from restless winds
to play us healing songs.
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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.
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monkey like this poem so much monkey read it 5X + think about it.
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Lovely. Thank you very much, monkey.
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Absolutely beautiful Anita
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Thanks again for all the generous comments, Elaine. Much appreciated.
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how lovely this is Anita.
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Thank you very much, Helene.
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