I need another Meggin

Greetings again poetry lovers!!

I was sad to learn yesterday that I have to say goodbye to one of my photographers. Shauna-Rae has signed with Silver Synergy National Galleries and can therefore not take pics for us anymore. BUT – of course we are thrilled for her and wish her mountains of luck and success And we’re happy that she will still be writing for us.

My problem comes in here a little though. I have TONS of beautiful poetry sitting locked away in files on my computer – but they require more “heavy lifting” photography than the stuff you see on the site. This is where my Meggin comes in. She is such a superstar!! I am CONSTANTLY emailing her with instructions of what I need and off she goes and does them with unadulterated enthusiasm. She tackles big and small projects alike with gusto and is completely open to do-overs and is not at all phased by my anal-retentive no-that’s-not quite-what-I-had-in-mind tendencies.

So I need more Meggins!! Yes the site is very sweet and the stuff that goes up on here is great. But the book needs to be extra special. For the most part, the work of the writers is done. It’s the photography work that needs much love and attention at this stage. And I need to find some people who are up to the challenge.

If you, or someone you know, might be interested in becoming a Meggin PLEASE mail me and let me know that I can use you.

Otherwise: Happy hump day!!!

Love Nadine

Look Away

I have been there.

It may seem like a pretty place from far,

But, up close, it is a cold and heartless world with no love.

Our people came from those fertile lands,

But progress evicted them and built temples of concrete in their place. (more…)

That You Exist

That you exist not for pain or for pleasure

but quiet contentment

where mind loses resentment

in anticipation of tomorrow and the fruits she may bring (more…)

sitting sun-spaced

sitting sun-spaced,

mesmerized as  a cloud-fairy,

in UV filtered depth,

playground slides, blurring

wings & whims evaporating

into an ocean of formless,

blue sky being

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*Words by Bruce Masters

*Photograph by Sharon Senior

a sweeter scent I have never smelt

a sweeter scent i have never smelt,

a better love i have never felt,

oh destiny, why do you hate on me?

a voice of reason i have not,

an act of treason is what i got,

oh destiny why is it you that hate on me?

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*Words by Gareth Wilson

*Photograph by Meggin Murphy

Bio Ideas From YOU!!!

Greetings fellow poetry lovers!!

I’m starting to find that a big issue for a lot of our contributors is coming up with a short personal biography for me. Now this I completely understand because I actually hate doing it myself – it’s hard!! But I do think that short biographies are important. The whole point here is that we’re all just regular folk and bios are kind of a cutsie way to get to know the people whose work we are all enjoying so much. So, I thought that maybe getting our contributors to fill out a form might work. Obviously not a form like you would fill out at the bank, but something fun, and something that will hopefully reveal a little bit about the different kinds of characters who are doing the writing and taking the pictures that make The Poetry Project work.

Anyway, the point is that I need questions from you! Whether you’re a contributor or just someone who enjoys our site I’m sure there are a few things you might like to know about the people behind the scenes. So please – send me some of those questions and watch this space for a few revealing facts about the ordinary folk who keep the words and pictures coming!!

Make them interesting – questions that need more than a one word answer are always fun!! And I promise to personally answer ALL the questions that end up on the questionnaire, though I do feel that everyone else is quite welcome to answer only the questions that appeal most to them.

I hope you will all play along and I’m looking forward to hearing your ideas!!

Always keep writing!!

Love Nadine

Do Not Think

Do not think for a moment that you can shed me like a skin, that you will emerge all shiny and reborn on the other side of me.
Do not think for a moment that you can trespass in my pleasure and remain pure unstained.
Do not think for a moment that my pleasure is restrained or affected.
Do not think for a moment that you have seen my depths or learnt to swim against my tides.
Do not think for a moment that you know me simply because you have caressed my naked form, or because we have lain together, our bodies entwined. (more…)

Questions

Will my soul soar again,

above the shadow clouds?

Does one wake from this cold?

The journey through the dark seems unending

A fragile whisper – almost dawn

the heart must believe in light yet unseen.

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*Words by Sally-Jane Cameron

*Photograph by Andre van Rooyen

Our Fields of Fire

With the golden wheat

and amber glow

we watch our son grow.

His wild feet

gallop mad and free (more…)

Order in the Chaos

You know it’s there,

That’s why you search

For order in the chaos

And though quite blind,

You know you’ll find

Some order in the chaos (more…)