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Announcing: Photography Contest, in time for Spring

Reblogged from Women Writers of the Triad:

Female Photographers only.  (Sorry, fellas.)

Women Writers of the Triad is looking for photography that we will use on our website and potentially other marketing pieces and we would love your help:

Photographers:  We are looking for photography to use throughout our site.  It might be a flower in bloom.  It might be a bank of roses.  We'll know it when we see it.  

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Winter Sunlight, by Susan Dean Wessells

Thin and pale
at morning,
like water
from melted ice
pooled along the walk.
How possible
that there is warmth
in this?
Growing in strength
throughout the day,
pouring through the window,
leading me to bask
and drowse
in focused heat.
Now strobing
through trees
on my afternoon drive,
this light strangely sharpened
in its daily course
toward night.
Susan Dean Wessells


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In Search of the Poem, by Susan Dean Wessells

The words are hiding
from me
again.

I awoke,
certain they had summoned me;
but now
they have crept
out of sight,
engaged in their endless game
of hide-and-go-seek.

I search
under the thesaurus,
beside the dictionary,
but for all the words there
none adhere to me.

Then this notebook opens
revealing a welcoming page
and from my pencil lead
the poem bursts forth,
snickering quietly to itself.

Susan Dean Wessells

Susan’s muse has bitten her! and we are the lucky recipients. Thank you so much for joining us here, Poet Susan, and sharing your work. — Melissa


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Meditation with Cat, by Susan Dean Wessells

Contemplative
as a wizened nun
he nestles in my arms,
regarding his universe
with a contented sigh.

Mandalas of dust motes
morph new designs
while phantoms unseen
(by me)
draw his unblinking gaze.

Head tucked in
and upside down
he sleeps
(and softly snores).
I cradle him,
humbled
by his absolute trust.

A study in serenity,
he instructs me
in the zen of being.

“It seems if there is a cat in the house of a poet at least one poem will be generated extolling the feline. This is my de rigeur cat poem.”  – Susan Dean Wessells


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As We Were, by Pamela Wells

What is that happened

When we were yet to be

As we were

So long ago now it seems

Waiting, watching, wondering

As we glanced above and below

All we imagined

So long ago now it seems

What is it that happened

And where did the wind go

Pamela W Wells

http://maiasong.wordpress.com/


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drawing perfection, by Aaron Osowski

-drawing perfection

 

She was there,

and he,

entranced.

staring at her elegant figure,

her curves,

her skin.

soft and angelic;

pure felicity.

so he drew.

a white, beautiful canvas,

made spectacular by her,

and her body.

 

Aaron Osowski

Click on his name to read more of Aaron’s work.  Thank you, Aaron, for sending us your wonderful poem!


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Dark of Night, by Pamela Wells

Dark of Night

So long ago
now it seems
back between dreams
and in between the sheets

So far away
now it seems
I lost it
dropping unnoticed

Into the pages of life
a journey
through infinite space
familiar but distant

Like a recurring dream
where one is running
getting nowhere
shouting without making sound

Past words vibrating
against my heart
silent and still
as the dark of night

pjw

Pamela J Wells
Visit Pamela at her blog:  http://maiasong.wordpress.com

Thank you once again, Pamela!  We so enjoy you being a part of our community.
Please come back often.  – Melissa

Readers:  If you would like to submit your work, please feel free to write to me directly:  melissa.hassard@yahoo.com

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