Friday, March 1, 2013

A poem for the weekend


                   Place

                  Once in a while
                  you may come across a place
                  where everything
                  is as close to perfection
                  as you will ever need.
                  And striving to be faultless
                  the air on its knees
                  holds the trees apart,
                  yet nothing is categorically
                  this, or that, and before the dusk
                  mellows and fails
                  the light is like honey
                  on the stems of tussock grass, and the shadows
                  are mauve birthmarks
                  on the hills.


Brian Turner
from 'Elemental - Central Otago Poems'

Photo from here

11 comments:

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    1. Cheers, thunder. it's one of my favourite parts of the world.

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  2. And a pleasant weekend to you. :)

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    1. And to you, Lisa. Mine's nearly over now - and I only spent 4 hours on schoolwork! ;)

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  3. Life is so much about this and that isn't it? Your photo is marvelous- the colors so inviting, a most lovely capture that begs to have a caption or story to gather about it. Happy weekend to you as well Alexia, so happy to see your post! I miss seeing you.

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    1. Thanks Karen - hope to be around more from now on :)

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  4. Simply stunning - both the photo and the poem. Thank you - and have a wonderful weekend.

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    1. Thank you EC - just about to check your Sunday selections :)

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  5. Beautiful picture, have a great weekend!

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