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Feb.28.2014
On a hot night in June,they marched. Marching towards the light,marching to the freedom,they were promised long ago. Linking arms they marched,black and white,enslaved and free,Jew and Christian,young and old. Marching to the place where they were once enslaved,they would not be swayed,they would...
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Feb.27.2014
  This is the link to a radio interview this morning with composer Bob Moore, and Annette Talbert, to discuss their collaboration of Someday,  an orchestral piece composed to commemorate the 1964 Civil Rights Act.   http://news.wjct.org/post/st-augustine-celebrates-civil-rights-act-...
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Feb.27.2014
Below is a program note I wrote to provide background information about my poem, Marching Towards the Light- June 1964. A portion of my poem is incorporated into the Orchestral work: Someday, a commissioned work by composer, Bob Moore, to commemorate the anniversary of the Civil Rights Act of 1964...
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Feb.17.2014
Two lovers sharing space  ill at ease as strangers on an elevator. ©annettealaine 2014
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Feb.08.2014
Fog
Twilight falls, as a thick fog rolls in, slowly obscuring the lights of the city. ©annettealaine 2014
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Feb.08.2014
The tree stands defiant to winter's icy grasp, bold pink blossoms hold the promise of Spring ©annettealaine 2014
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Feb.01.2014
I gaze at the oak tree~ branches almost bare against gray sky, a few stubborn red leaves shiver together, as one drifts down, to join his brethren on the lawn. ©annettealaine 2014
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Feb.01.2014
The battle over, to the victor, goes the spoils. Holding his prize, tight in his fist; her dignity  lay scattered in the snow. ©annettealaine 2014
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Jan.23.2014
The wind is plucking at  my sweater with its icy fingers, as the sun shines faintly, a fruitless battle against the frigid air. I look at the winter sky and wonder~ where do we Floridians go to escape Winter's grasp? © annettealaine-2014
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Jan.19.2014
Yoga is my one, true exercise match. No matter how crappy I feel, how little I bring to my practice, how half-hearted I attempt a pose~ I am changed. I am amazed, I am awed. I am grateful. I'm amazed at that my middle-aged body can still twist and be challenged. I am awed with my body's...
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Jan.12.2014
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Tiny bird perched on  half an orange~ drinking deeply head thrown back  beak stained with juice. © annettealaine-2014
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Jan.11.2014
"On a hot night in June,   they marched.  Marching towards the light,  marching to the freedom, they were promised long ago.~annettealaine 2013   I moved to Florida from Maryland in 1976. I knew almost nothing of the South, although I later learned my family had strong...
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Jan.11.2014
The scent of brinefills my nostrils~Salt water marsha whiff of life. © annettealaine-2014
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Jan.09.2014
Brown marsh grasses~tipped in goldlike acres of prairie. © annettealaine-2014
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Jan.06.2014
Sky
Sky~ Layers of gray bunting hanging low, as ducks take flight across the marsh. © annettealaine-2014
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