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Midweek Features – Celebrating International Women’s Day – 9/03/2011

To celebrate yesterday’s Women’s Day, I’ve chosen 12 images to stand in for the different faces we wear and the different personas we take on – from mystery to self portraits, from strong to silenced, from outer to inner persona.

Women have been associated with the moon for a long, long time….

Drawing Down The Moon by © Heather King

Drawing Down The Moon by © Heather King

and the same is true for our association with the tide and flow of the sea…

back to her sea by © mimi yoon

back to her sea by © mimi yoon

the next image seemed to encapsulate so many things and concepts that all revolve around us – from time to home to self…

Pristina of time by © Fiery-Fire

Pristina of time by © Fiery-Fire

what can I say? It’s a stunning image and reminded me of one of the Russian paintings of Mary – another persona we seem to take on and slip off…

Tears of the Pray by © Mariska

Tears of the Pray by © Mariska

and here’s another icon of the ‘female’ world – Medea a woman used and scorned and out for revenge…

1983 – medea 01 by © moyo

1983 – medea 01 by © moyo

who can forget “Gone With the Wind” – however it takes on a different flavour here of all those things we loose along the way…

Gone with the wind by © homesick

Gone with the wind by © homesick

a take on the various parts that make up who we are and how so often they make us feel like marionettes or dolls…

Doll Parts by © Glitterfest

Doll Parts by © Glitterfest

and here are the sorrows this and other things cause us…

lady of the Various Sorrows by © kasia ikasia

lady of the Various Sorrows by © kasia ikasia

however, there is always that book to lose ourselves in…

lost in a story, and the last candid … japan (color version) by © Tatum Wulff

lost in a story, and the last candid … japan (color version) by © Tatum Wulff

and here we are – shut up and silenced…

Be silent by © Marlies Odehnal

Be silent by © Marlies Odehnal

what better place to retreat to than the cocoon that never seems to be far away and it is a great place to re-invent ourselves…

My Cocoon by © MoonSpiral

My Cocoon by © MoonSpiral

je ne sais pas by © Irina & Silviu Székely

je ne sais pas by © Irina & Silviu Székely

Feel free to add links to more images that show how you feel about being a woman. 🙂


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Moments – Midweek Features 12/01/2011

Our lives change moment by moment and before we even realise everything seems to have changed. Here are some ‘moments’ I captured from our galleries and writing treasure trove…

This one just caught my eye – the colours, the expression, one moment of madness. Fabulous!

Ophelia by © strawberries

Ophelia by © strawberries

Anni’s (first) free streaming poem fits the madness and hunger in Strawberries’ image perfectly.

Opiate by © AnniG

Beyond the borders of
silent comprehension
lie illusions of emotion
deeply embedded in a
fleshy soul triumphantly
ruled by an ever hungry heart
in stark contradiction to ominous
predictions of a weary lonely mind
when once again delirium seeps
through cracks in armor to offer
renewed ecstasy, fervent pain
delivered in syrupy concoctions
still craving the devil’s sweet poison
hallowed hallucinations of love
a mighty drug, all the same

Which led me to the next picture. The first shows the inner madness we sometimes feel, not sure if the next shows the outer or inner madness?

Modern Vietnamese by © Marlies Odehnal

Modern Vietnamese by © Marlies Odehnal

Sunrisegirl’s poem seemed to me to encapsulate the words on Marlies’ image. How often, especially with the net and other communication devices do we fail to understand each other?

Not today- you are not here by © sunrisegirl

My friends
we dance around
in never ending circles
hoping that he or she may see us
Looking for the happiness
which we often share
but not today
its not here

are you there or is this a dream
it feels like you in these figures i see

they dance around me graceful and slow
but if it is you i shall never know

the figures they fade out into the night
i can no longer grasp that memorizing sight

the feeling of warmth sparked a glow deep within me
i call out to you in hope that i see thee

Now it is cold where i stand on this ground
i stumble and fall as the fog wraps around

it shortens my breath
it tightens my chest
it confuses my head
and gives me no rest

yes there are friends
and people to see
but they give me nothing
when you’re not with me

And then there are the moments when we feel full of magic and something else…

Feline femininity by © iamelmana

Feline femininity by © iamelmana

And here is the something else in Wildwomenlove’s poem.

The witching hour by © wildwomenlove

This poem is very long so here’s only an extract – read the whole poem by clicking on the title above.

My cauldron
sings
of love and wonder
brewing magic potions
trickling down my thigh
under
the full moon
of my hearts desire

My black cat
nuzzles
the exquisite lace
beneath ample skirts
that swish
with grace
as
I dance

The full moon
glistens
and bathes
her light
robes heaving
breasts
sharing candle light
with my smile […]

From magic places to foreign places. I loved the contrast between tradition and modernity in this one. Great shot.

MAIKO by © Tatum Wulff

MAIKO by © Tatum Wulff

More far away places in Lisa’s poem, but sometimes we manage to stretch and stretch…

Bottled love messages…oceans apart… by © lisameryl

We’re oceans apart
forces of nature
paining infinite distance
within raging undercurrents

These windows of the soul
filled with tears
fall upon thy cheeks
bittersweet to taste

Our wishes and whispers
dreamings of concupiscence
crushing continental collaboration
alluring anticipated adoration

Entrusting high winds and roaring oceans to carry these bottled messages of eternity…

I succumb to only you. Accept my declaration of love. Trust me with your heart for I will always protect it. You have infinitely captured mine. There will be promises of seductions, serenades and symphonies. We’ll love beneath the moonlight of succulent fruit. Our lips will sing of passion.
Love and lust through Sunrise and Sunset. Embracing our souls for all eternity.

Forever Yours,
xxxx…xoxo…xxxx
Lisa

Staying in far away places, hsien-ku’s image and poetry (in the description of the image page) take me somewhere else entirely. I love diptychs and this one is stunning.

H-K310 by © hsien-ku

H-K310 by © hsien-ku

Rhena’s timely reminder. Her words were the starting point for these features.

THE MEASURE by © Rhenastarr

Measure your time
In
Unforgettable
moments
Not in
forgettable
Minutes

There’s something lonely and despondent about this image, but look closer, no one with stripy socks will be kept down for long… 🙂

Summer 2006 by © homesick

Summer 2006 by © homesick

…hence the last and final poem. Even in those moments when everything seems lost, remember you’re a Dark Horse. 😉

Dark Horse by © bjeliMis

When your nails scratch for the end of a rope too far to grasp
Feeling the burn in your thighs from the acid in your muscles
The tight coiled knot in your stomach that pierces only as fear can
When your fingers shake and your lips tumble
Don’t break down
For there is an arctic wind whipping in your ribcage
That blows as strong as the top of a Tibetan mountain
Hold your fingers tight
You are beginning to stretch
You are beginning to hurt and live and take
Whatever these hurting days will cut in you
But you are a spoon, hallowed and deep
You hold
You don’t bend, or stab, or slice
You scoop
And take what has been given,
Holding the frozen spoonful of your image
That never makes it down defeat’s throat

Enjoy! xo