The judges are reading your poems now and should have a winner picked by this time next week. I don’t envy them with all the great entries. I told them a tie would be okay with me.
Those of you who want to read the poems, go to my New Contest page at the top menu bar.
Julaina Kleist-Corwin 
Last Night
Illusions are full of life. They feel like
deep beliefs and anchient myths. They
took the lead through dreams, the
catastrophies that have come and gone
through me.
Freedom is my only resource now.
No attachments, no excuses, no songs
to sing, no need of that. I rid myself of lies
and hope, everything but my truth & love.
It’s time to live, to let go of comfortable ideas
handed to me; instead, I make my work count
with every word my pen now camly puts to ink.
Last night, a place of revelation
lead to a Private Refuge.
Like a wildflower, full of deep magic
and the lure of life, I seek my nature
pure and clear, like clean water from
the well of cosmic oceans that come
from glass mountains on the other
side of dark nights.
By Mary Lou Haugh
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