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Anne G·August 18, 2017

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Encore Please

written by: Anne G

@TheInkTruth

Lives are lived

in sharps and flats

scored on sheets

of days and nights.

Sweeping movements

note the years

rhythms

tempos

smiles and tears.

Some conducted

some composed

sweet and strident

highs, and lows.

Notes and clefs

the pendulum swings …

syncopated BPMs

the symphonies played

and arias sung

life’s orchestrations are complete.

—

“Play it again Sam”,

encore please.

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Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde

Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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