Showing posts with label Plaka. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Plaka. Show all posts

Monday, August 18, 2014

Plaka: Engraved in Stone


Fireballs of bougainvillea, 
ablaze in a tangle of magenta flames,
show off their beaming beauty,
putting their partner in green to shame.


 Around the corner, slabs of stone,
in tones of grey and brown and gold,

 
outshine new planks of bold, bright blue
despite being cracked and chipped and old.


After all, the sea and sand and fields
nearby, boast a harmony of these hues,


while a seaside restaurant chooses them
 to allure passersby with appetizing views.

In the distance, the island of Spinalonga, the Venetian fortress that subsequently became a leper colony in 1903.

 Plaka, named for all the stone 
indigenous to this pebbly, coastal place,


 Translation:
'Today, mine. Tomorrow, another's', and although it does 
not appear here, the phrase continues, 'But never, no one's'.

has its history, engraved permanently,
into many a carved and chiselled space.


Thanks for visiting!


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Escape to Plaka, and A Prayer

A dilapidated cafe, Plaka, Crete

When things get a little hectic, 
or worry is wearing me down,
I drown myself in distress,
or, I get out of town.


 I am always drawn to the sea, 
(perhaps it's the Pisces in me),
 
Fishing boats, anchored and awaiting new passengers, Plaka, Crete

 and so, when that crystal hue
of Aegean blue is in view,


 my mood magically lifts,
my perspective shifts,
and suddenly, I am
floating in a sea of hope.


Please join me,
and say a prayer for my
sweet friend, Tammy,
witty writer of the Peanut,  
who is faced with some
challenges of her own 
at this time.
 
Thanks for visiting
and have a wonderful week!