For trE’s One line Poem: History
It drizzled that day fogged with somber gloom, which fell on the marchers’ cold stones for blankets wet with the fumes of advancement in industry where none welcomed theirs; inherent equality was trampled to death as sisters of the broken and the downtrodden were maimed or died on the wrought iron sprawl, coated black underneath a bloodied Black Friday brawl.
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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Anita, yes, ma’am to this!
I appreciate you participating, it’s definitely something WE ALL SHOULD READ.
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Thank you, trE. I will have another go if I get the nerve. lol It’s a good challenge. not so long a line maybe.
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The longer the line, the better the story, sometimes. You’re most welcome.
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Ok, thought it was stretching grammatical tendons lol.
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Nope, if you haven’t noticed, I tend to break the rules just a bit in writing. Just a bit, though 🙂
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Ok, cool.
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Stunning! Too often we forget the hard struggle of women — just to get the vote!
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Exactly. Thank you, Christine.
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You said a lot in one sentence! You constantly motivate and inspire me to try harder with your work, Anita. TrE dies too. 😊
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That was nice, thank you.
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