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Karen Canning
Top
100 Poets of the Year Award
2004
2nd Place Prize Winner of
£500
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100 Poets of 2004 Prize Winners
List 
I am from South Yorkshire, England where I have lived all my life. I am married and have one grown up son.
Even as a child I adored poetry. My very first poetry book was
'A Child's Garden of Verse' by R L
Stevenson. The words seemed to dance inside my heart and soul. I really started writing poetry about 5 years ago when I joined a poetry site. It closed its doors to all its members and I was at a loss. My son then created and designed my very own poetry site Lavendar Mist which is now 3 years old.
Visit
www.lavendar-mist.org.uk
I have many members from all over the globe. To me Lavendar Mist is an extension of my own family. I also became a member of Forward Press and have been blessed with many publications of my poetry and one short story.
Poetry to me is a release of inner emotions. My words just seem to spill onto the page from nowhere. Often I don't even know where the words come from. I was told by a spiritualist that it was a gift, maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but to me all my words are very precious. Often in life we are unable to say what we feel, so poetry became my voice.
My poetry is mainly written from a very personal approach. My other passions are spirituality, healing, crystals, angel therapy and my garden. Being in tune with nature can be very inspirational. I also love the old poets. My favourites are
Tennyson (The Lady of Shallot),
Wordsworth (I wandered lonely as a cloud) and the poetry of Christina
Rossetti.
I was amazed and shocked to be included in the Top 100 Poets of the Year, many thanks to all at Forward Press.
This
is Karen's £500 winning poem
Visions of Never-Ending
Dreams:
Visions of Never-Ending Dreams
Nestling in the arms of a lover,
sunlight catching the crystals
in the far off window
sending forth rainbow dancers
across the prisms of floating dusts.
Sweet music softly playing,
maybe an old forty-five
from gramophone days,
slow and dreamy notes of echoes past.
Laying together on the patchwork quilt,
listening to forevers,
searching each other’s souls
for eternity’s essence.
Poetry books open
at musty old pages
where masters penned their muse.
Ticking of the clock
that pulsates alongside
a heartbeat of memories.
Gentle touches enticing visions,
love was their best friend
and love was their enemy,
but on this day of dream light phase
nothing else mattered,
their eyes said it all,
body language mimicked paradise,
as the whole room
rang with the sounds
of everlasting love.
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