Saturday, January 31, 2015

Wall to Wall Wisdom


Its doors were swung wide open, and firmly
 stuck in place, as if stoppers prevented them
 from closing - thus deliberately exposing - a stony,
  stuccoed presence, for ages, derelict and defaced.

But it didn't care. In fact, it stoically stood there,
impassive to the plethora of invading greenery; a
 snub to the supposed shambles of its neglected scenery.


 It had nothing to hide, 
unlike, its scarlet shuttered neighbour,
on the opposite side, of the cracking, cobbled road.
 Oh, the heavy load of secrets it must have hoarded,
 stored and boarded, inside its padlock protected door.


No, it definitely identified more
with the punctured structure 
perched proudly on a peak, nearby.
Weak, from wind blown wounds,
it stood windowless and roofless, yet,
was crowned the 'Most Hospitable Home' -
(the perfect, permanent address), 
by picky pigeons seeking nests.


In second place, 
for its geometric brilliance,
and traces of richly, brush stroked hues,
was the abode boasting views of the Aegean,
 whose signature sea blues, once cruised
the surface of its original facade - now an 
open-air exhibit, of peeling patches of patina,
a cryptic, colour flawed collage.


 And so, when passing by this beauty, on my daily 
morning walks, I can't help but to wonder, what it would
  say if it could talk. Are those who inhabit its interiors, 
well loved and cared for, like its outer girth, that is hugged 
by pretty blooms and rays of warmth and nourishing self-worth?


I often ponder such questions, of the deeply personal kind,  
 while wandering the pastures of the Cretan countryside. 


Once,
 while pausing to admire the stillness of the sea, I got
  wind of an answer, blowing in the breeze, when a sudden
gale snatched the gist of wisdom from the gusty vicinity, and
  it disappeared forever, zigzagging through the rows of olive trees. 

Oh, if only walls could talk.

 
Thanks for visiting!
Wishing you a warm 
and cozy weekend!



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83 comments:

  1. I know I've said this before but I can't imagine living in a place so beautiful and old. It's breath-taking!

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  2. How blessed you are, Poppy. To see such beautiful and meaningful sights is what we all would love.

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  3. This is very beautiful writing, Poppy. I wonder similar ideas when I see abandoned or neglected places, though that is much older than most things I see here.

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  4. Poppy, I always enjoy reading your poems and words..You pass by such lovely scenic views and buildings! Lovely post! Enjoy your weekend!

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  5. I am an ardent admirer of alliteration and your plethora of prose is a paragon of perfection.

    lovely photos and story

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  6. Poppy dear, yes if only walls could talk...so much history and thoughts...
    Great pictures!
    Have a happy weekend, take care!
    Titti

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  7. Thank you for the story, I loved it! Such a lovely place. I wish I could purchase it and breathe life back into it. Dreamlike and ethereal, that is all :)

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  8. This is all so romantic Poppy :) In our town they're building the extension for Hwy 407. Sadly there are a few farmhouses that have been boarded up in it's path. When it was just a year or more ago that families were living in these homes, it's hard to see them abandoned, and then torn down. But when you do see an abandoned home, it does beg you to peek in the windows, and wonder at the life that once filled the empty rooms. One night I spent quite a long time on youtube where it is a thing for people to search out abandoned homes and walk through them and video tape them. There's something creepy in the amount of belongings left behind. I much prefer seeing these stone homes in your area that are allowed to slowly crumble back into the ground ... gracefully. Wendy x

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  9. Girl!! Those words!! "Oh, the heavy load of secrets it must have hoarded,
    stored and boarded, inside its padlock protected door"......not just those though...ALL of them!! I don't know what else you are doing in life but writing is definitely a must!!!! We are all so blessed to get a glimpse of your amazing talent!! Surely a book is sure to come...:) Love and hugs!!

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  10. There is such beauty in the crumbling walls, and peeling paint of old homes in Greece, something I have seen first hand and enjoyed so much in your posts, but I wish I had the money to restore one of them (like the great house on the hill) and claim a little piece of your beautiful landscape for myself.
    Great post Poppy x

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  11. Beautiful and sad all at once. I love your thoughts and poetry Poppy. And the walls, good or bad, are wonderfully mysterious. Have a beautiful week!

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  12. Beautiful words to match beautiful photos!
    Brenda

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  13. Dearest Poppy,
    Such a thoughtful post combined with poetic phrases and phenomenal photographs.
    Although my walks inspire me, the scenery cannot compare to your haven across the sea.
    Thank you for this splendid Saturday treat, my sweet friend!
    xx-
    Jemma

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  14. Oh what stories those homes could tell. Their location is so beautiful.

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  15. What a wonderful old building with super views! You frame it so beautifully and write about it so touchingly. A great post!

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  16. If only they could talk, indeed, particularly the old ones that have seen much and held the secrets close.

    Wishing you a wonderful new week, Poppy.
    -Karen

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  17. I loved your story about the old beautiful house. I can picture it in my mind before it became abandoned and left all alone. I am sure that home has many many secrets to share. How exciting to be able to go for walks and find this beautiful place. The pictures are very good and looking out to sea - oh how wonderful.
    Have a terrific week.
    Mary

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  18. It is wonderful to find the beauty in old places. I always wonder the same thing about homes and places, but you ay it so much better than I ever could. Thanks again for sharing.

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  19. Ah, pure magic, this post.

    You are truly remarkable, ma'am. Hugs.

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  20. Magical, stunning and thought-provoking photos AND prose. I can picture you walking amongst such beauty and history, never taking for granted the loveliness that surrounds you. I always wonder about the history of old structures, and indeed before you wrote 'if walls could talk' it was exactly what I was thinking.

    xxx

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  21. Poppy, you transported me to these beautiful spots with your imagery and carefully crafted words. Thanks for a stunning journey!

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  22. Indeed, if only walls could talk..... Beautiful pictures and thoughtful words, my dear Poppy. Always a joy and pleasure visiting you.

    Love and hugs!

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  23. You write well and your photos are gorgeous! I love how photogenic these structures have become over time.

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  24. Visiting you wonderful blog from Normandy, France via Sunlit Sunday. Your images are amazing and make me want to visit Crete even more than I did before seeing them!

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  25. I can fully imagine when you walk along these ´mysterious´ places, dreaming about talking walls and how the inhabitants lived in the past. Your words are wonderful, so are your pictures.
    Wish you a great new week!

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  26. Your pictures and words are amazing. You know I believe houses can talk, don't you? I'm sure this one says "Come live here, if you help me, I sure can make a family happy again"!

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  27. Oh,Poppy! You made those walls talk! Such amazing beauty surrounds you. I do believe houses talk.

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  28. oh dearest girl.
    why aren't you published? why does this sad world in need of such beauty not know all about you?
    but then... maybe your life would not be your own. it would change. and we wouldn't find the lovely personal voice we've grown to love and find here in this special place called poppy's view.
    i LOVE your view. on the horizon. in your home. in your mind. of your life.
    you make the days brighter. always.
    what a gift that is.
    hug the regal prince for me. and save the biggest hug for YOU. XOXO♥

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  29. You did make the wall talk! It must be great walking by this beauty every day...so much history, color and texture. In my mind I tried to visualize how she looked in her prime...and who lived there and their lives.

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  30. Oh Poppy, how often I have pondered such things as I've strolled past once-loved places. . .they do lend themselves to the imagination don't they? Hope you have a lovely week, filled with wonderful walks of mystery. . . hugs, Jackie

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  31. pretty cool....so these pictures are yours as well...what a neat place to explore...
    i particularly like that first pic and how the blue shutters frame the image...
    as to the poetry, there is def some fun alliteration in there...

    visiting from poets united.

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  32. I have never been to Crete.. but I have visited similar houses in other places.. there is a beauty in those green covered walls. and the colors of peeling paint.. I long for sun when I see this.

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  33. Your writing and your photos are beautiful. You had me on the edge of my seat--I have those same thoughts. And it's fun to think what the stories may have been . . .

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  34. Oh such beautiful sunlit photos and your beautiful inspiring words were a treat to go along with them!

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  35. Wow wow wow. Your words match the photographs beautifully. Not sure which I prefer. Thank you for sharing the beauty of your surrounding as seen through your eyes

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  36. Did you enter the blue doors, Poppy? It had to have been almost irresistible, the neglected courtyard beckoning you closer to its "windblown wounds." How you must have longed to give it some of your loving care--not pretty it up too much, mind you.

    Those questions you would ask, "Are you 'well loved and cared for?'" On the outside it may look as if it is, in its "outer girth" but what of the inside, the heart, the aches and hungers and dreams? And then to almost hear your questions answered, only to have that "gist of wisdom" disappear……

    Exquisitely experienced, thought out, and written, Poppy. I'm printing this one out.

    May the wind always bring answers closer,
    Dewena

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  37. Wonderful poetry and photos. Welcome to Poets United!

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  38. "Oh, the heavy load of secrets it must have hoarded,
    stored and boarded, inside its padlock protected door."
    Love this, Poppy!
    I enjoyed your poetry and the photos very much, and can see how inspired you are living where you do at this time. The patina on those old walls, doors and shutters is fabulous. xxx ~ Nancy

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  39. Poppy, so nice to see you back participating in Mosaic Monday. I think you have coaxed the walls to whisper some of their history to you.
    As usual, some beautiful scenery of Greece shared!

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  40. Poppy, the walls would have such wonderful stories to tell. I love the weathered look of history written on these walls. Gorgeous photos of your Cretan countryside.

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  41. Poppy, love to read that amazingly descriptive expression. How do you come up with such wonderful combinations of words, just perfect for the situation? I wish I could write such poetic prose.

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  42. A fascinating post. Abandoned houses and their neglected gardens have an irresistible charm. You have found treasures there.
    Thank you very much for sharing!

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  43. You write so beautifully Poppy! So wonderful, beautiful pictures and the words are so descriptive too. xx

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  44. Oh dear Wordsmith you've outdone yourself with this one! :)

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  45. Filenada mou,I can see that you have become a great poet lately!!!!! Not only Cretan poets and literature people have been inspired by Cretan natural beauty and scenery!!!As an individual who lives on this island you have realised that Crete is an island full of energy that gives people the feeling of independece,pride and strength!!! Love you my friend.

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  46. What delightful fancies! And with such lovely countryside to inspire you, no wonder.

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  47. This post takes me back to the days when along with some friends, I used to explore the abandoned houses. Though it was no where close to being as beautiful as this one here, the fun of exploring was an adventure of it's own.

    Love how beautifully you shared the story.

    -Tanya
    http://tanyaanurag.blogspot.com/

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  48. Oh, if only the walls could talk!.......or those picky pigeons seeking nests (loved that!). As ever, your photography and words are beautiful.

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  49. Hi Poppy. :D I don't think I could live there because I'd want to buy and save each and every one of those houses! I have that problem everywhere though...lol.

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  50. Fabulous verse and such beauty in these imperfect blemished places. I love the thought of old walls talking and letting us see the stories of those inhabitants long ago.

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  51. Such a wonderful presentation of images and the words each might say in dialogue with a witness! People might be very glad that walls cannot talk and that both doors and shutters can close. I love how this poem started in stubborn existence. Bravo.

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  52. Hello, fellow Canadian, living in Greece. What an adventure you are living! I feasted my eyes on the wonderful photos. You must pinch yourself daily! I so enjoyed my visit to your blog. Met you through Poets United!

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  53. I am really enjoying your beautiful photos from Crete! And the snow on the mountains. Was there many years ago. Lovely mosaic too.

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  54. It is so obvious to me that you were always meant to live on this beautiful island. Your heart sings through your words and photos. I am charmed!

    Big Texas Hugs,
    Susan and Bentley

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  55. Oh Poppy, everything here is white and gray and cold. Your post has warmed my heart and my soul. The colors are stunning and make me miss summer....

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  56. What beautiful places, and what a lovely view! You're making me wish I were there!

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  57. Who needs the walls to talk when we have your words to read - fabulous photos and love your writing both very creative. I am there in the moment with you. Glad to have you back with us!
    Wren x

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  58. What gorgeous photos you took of Crete and thanks for sharing the photos with us all. Have a lovely afternoon and enjoy the rest of the week.
    Julie

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  59. Such a fascinating place. Lovely photography.

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  60. This is such a lovely post, Poppy! Your views are magnificent--to see both mountains and the sea! I'm sure this building would have an interesting story to tell if its walls could talk!

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  61. Poppy, jak to miło znów odwiedzić Ciebie i Kretę, piękna pogoda i krajobrazy,pozdrawiam w Nowym Roku, Beata:)

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  62. Hi Poppy! My name is Kelly and it's so nice to meet you! I'm coming over from Roses of Inspiration. Lovely post and lovely photos! Crete is absolutely gorgeous and I would love to visit one day.

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  63. What places you transport us too! The old architecture and colors are amazing Poppy... and the poetry is quite lovely too! :)

    Thanks for sharing with us on the Art of Home-Making Mondays!

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    1. Strike one "o" in the first sentence please :) The homeschooling mother in me wouldn't let that pass un-noticed, hee, hee...

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  64. Great poem, wonderful contemplation.

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  65. Oh for the beauty of such old relics, hidden with their secrets behind those beautifully worn walls with such an array of beautiful colours. The gates standing guard and open would fit perfectly in my yard. I adore all of the fine textures that you captured quite wonderfully and it as if you have made all things here new once again, with the beauty of your photography. Love and hugs Poppy~

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  66. Such a lovely post Poppy. indeed, if walls could talk and what would they say? I love being transported away.

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  67. Beautiful photos and lovely poetic writing...

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  68. Hi, Poppy, I hope everything's going well for you. Your photos are breathtaking. Every time your posts take me to a magical place -- and your age-old questions demand thought. Thanks for sharing I saw your post at Amaze Me Monday link party.

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  69. Hello dear Poppy
    You've just swept me into the life beyond the windows and doors of the beautiful old cretan village.
    Of the families who inhabited these lovely old homes in times past and the memories they have left behind - who were they - what did they do - were they happy or sad - rich or poor - we can but wonder.
    I feel part of their lives as I walk those paths with you today.
    I feel a sense of place.
    Hugs
    Shane


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  70. Poppy, Your Ode to the beauty of antiquity is beautiful and as always, your photography is stunning. I think that I would like to step into the courtyard beyond those red gates that have been frozen in time as if to invite one to enter if they were so inclined. Maybe to sit a while beneath the tree and close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my face while I pondered about those that had stepped through those gates before me. A beautiful daydream to warm my thoughts and keep me company for a while. Thank you Poppy

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  71. Just...BEAUTIFUL!! Love it, every picture Poppy!
    Warm hug from a cold Sweden,
    Titti

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  72. What gorgeous pictures and fun post.

    Hugs Diane

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  73. Beautiful post, Poppy! The pictures are just gorgeous. Stunning countryside.

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  74. I can see how walking through such gorgeous countryside would bring such thoughts to mind. Beautiful photos, especially the first one!

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  75. Poppy, your poem is so atmospheric...the powerful words simply transported my soul there...I feasted my eyes...thanks for your visit to my blog :
    Have a wonderful week ahead too...

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  76. Those walls not only talked but sang a beautiful song.

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  77. Well i think you gave them a voice...doors..windows...all open up life I suppose and that can't help but capture the imagination...what a great journey you took us on

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  78. Wow! Puts poor old suburban Melbourne to shame. Lovely photos, lovely words. Could I be so bold as to suggest 'impassive' rather than 'passive' in the second stanza?

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    1. Thank you, yes! Much better and exactly what I had intended; not sure how this got past me!

      Poppy

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  79. Wonderful words for wonderful images. I like your unexpected rhymes, including internal rhymes.

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  80. Ah! Here is room for one more appreciative comment. You have made these walls talk, to you and in dialogue with each other. What gossips! Yet we must enter them to capture the wisdom there. I love this kind of mystery that acknowledges the importance of setting as a character in our play. Your pictures are great!

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