Saintly One

via Daily Prompt: Saintly

Saintly One

 

Of your innocence

mythology is woven,

A liminal space

where your grace drips like honey,

and ever leaves us so breathless.

 

© Paul

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Relocate to Krakow?

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Poland was a facinating place to visit, a country with a rich and sometimes tragic history. We spent a considerable time in Warsaw, but we did visit another importnat city – Krakow, which used to be the capital of the Kingdom of Poland, until the captial was, in stages, relocated to Warsaw. Warsaw became the economic and political capital around 1611, but Krakow remained the capital of the kingdom till the late 18th century. Today Warsaw is the capital of Poland, but Krakow is still considered the cultural capital. And it did appeal to me, it was rich in music and the arts in general. The sections we saw of the city were only a slice of life, but I experienced it as very bohemian (wonderful), free thinking, and a place of learning. If I had to relocate to Poland I would certainly choose to live in Krakow, I felt at home, as if there were kindred spirits roaming there.

Paul,

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Tanka

Eternal lover

Who fills my senses with life,

Like rain on dry earth.

How I desire your moisture,

That I may drink of your love.

Paul.

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Copper Sails

Patina

Patina is a liberated word, it used to be restricted to the effects of oxidation on metals and stone, now it covers just about everything. But my eyes were drawn to the copper sails that help define the Perth Bell Tower.

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If you look closely you can see the oxidation, the patina, of the copper tiles that form the sail. A few years ago the Orthodox commuity decided to clean the patina on the copper dome of their church in North Perth. Once it was done it gleamed like a lighthouse beacon whenever light hit it, it was stunning. But I think the patina on the Bell Tower is somehow more fitting, it sets those ancient bells from England in a mature, historical ambience. Besides I like patina and rust, which is perhaps a reflection on my parallel process of aging, there’s quite a bit of the patina of life that’s clung to me, and I’m conscious of the rust, the things that are not what they were, not gone, but different, maturing and wonderful in their own way.

Paul,

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In a Heartbeat

via Daily Prompt: Tenterhooks

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Wading in the water that day I saw a fin, then two, then three. My heart skipped a beat, on tenterhooks as they say. It pays to double check of course, just in case they’re here for dinner. But no, as I thought, they’re a family of dolphins that come into the Hardy Inlet regularly, and travel up river for some considerable distance, entertaining the walkers and the river users no end. There’s been a family of dolphins in the river now for as long as I can remember, such a joy to see. Nowadays my heart skips a beat in the hope of seeing them.

Paul,

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Rock of Ages

via Daily Prompt: Age

The New Age (whatever that’s meant to mean, usually a load of ignorance about matters that revolve around spirituality and philosophy), an aged wine or whiskey, the maturing we embrace or endure depending on what day it is and our perspective. Age is relative.

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Rock of ages. You can see the weathering of extreme heat and cold, rain and wind on these sandstone formations. Landform created by erosion. Tough, but yet soft enought to mould. Up close they are a complexity of form, standing back they are a work of art, a great sculpture. A bit like humanity really, weathered, matured with age, complex, a work of art. The rock is a metaphor too.

Paul,

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Sparkle

via Daily Prompt: Sparkle

Lots of things sparkle. What we call sparklers, or really low grade welding sticks that light up with a match and sparkle in the dark. I really miss what we used to call fire works night (November 5) or Guy Fawkes Night (Gun powder, treason and plot), I really miss fireworks night, all those smells and colours and sounds, we’ve become a true nanny state in banning them. We forget there’s a risk even in getting out of bed in the morning – perhaps they’ll ban getting up every morning 🙂

Flowers also sparkle, like a living impressionist, even expressionist, painting.

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Taken near Nungarin at Talgomine reserve at the height of wildflower season, the photo doesn’t quite capture the sparkle, but I can assure you they do. A bit like us really, what you see on the outside sometimes belies what’s on the inside, we all sparkle, but you have to get to know in order to really know. Knowing is seeing.

Paul,

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