By Dean Merrell
In the morning
I see a woman.
Possessed by fire
she blushes
and color returns again
to her cheeks.
Soon her door
is opened
to the presence
of this friendly guest
and a day is measured
by the length
of an old celebration.
August 4, 2011
By Dean Merrell
In the morning
I see a woman.
Possessed by fire
she blushes
and color returns again
to her cheeks.
Soon her door
is opened
to the presence
of this friendly guest
and a day is measured
by the length
of an old celebration.
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August 11, 2011 at 5:01 pm
I really don’t understand the criteria for judging. I think that mine was better than this. They should at least publish my entry, which depicts how one night in Sedona changed my life forever. The one above just tells of someone and a girl getting together to celebrate something. It’s like, yeah, whatever! I can’t believe that entry above got runner-up.
Oh well. W
August 12, 2011 at 9:50 am
Most, though not all, of the contest entries will be posted on SedonaStory.com in the coming weeks. Thank you for your submission Wayne. The judging process was very challenging.
August 17, 2011 at 2:12 pm
No, after reading this entry several times, I STILL do not see how it merits a runner-up prize. It’s way too terse.
W
August 17, 2011 at 3:56 pm
Have you thought about how your words may affect the author of the poem?