
Memories are slim chance shadows
That glide between the light and darkness
Imagination is a fat cat
Waiting to swell our indifferences
Hope is a ritual seizing of every chance we have
Breathing is an exercise performed daily
Waiting is a nervous habit, what are we waiting for?
Doom is nearby and calling cards are left
Defiantly… What are we going to do?
If you don’t believe the earth is not flat
Or that it revolves around the sun…
Go away.
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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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Imagination is a fat cat waiting to swell our indifferences.Bravo. Brilliant Anita.
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Thank you!
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Love the creativity in this piece.
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Much appreciated. Thank you.
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