FIVE YEARS
I want to run across the park and by the tall hedge, stopping to pick sour gooseberries that make my little toes curl as I giggle. I want to smell the wildflowers as I stand at the old gate watching the horses watching me. I want to run to the copse of hazelnut and conker. I want to inspect my kingdom of butterfly and bee.
I want to hear you call me home for tea.
I want to run across the park and by the tall hedge, stopping to pick sour gooseberries that make my little toes curl as I giggle. I want to smell the wildflowers as I stand at the old gate watching the horses watching me. I want to run to the copse of hazelnut and conker. I want to inspect my kingdom of butterfly and bee.
I want to hear you call me home for tea.
posted by Pod at 10:37 AM
38 Comments:
oooooh mysterious and beautiful!
amazing mr. pod! love the writing. and the photo is quite captivating. cross processing?
anyway, brilliant job!
Oh oh oh - that looks like my brother and I walking to school through the forest near our house...cool photo. I love it - first one I have really loved in ages. Good one, Poddy Pie.
And Little Moth is not here to call you home for tea.
But you have the memory of her, and that's so precious.
I won't be so rude as to remind you there's someone else you can have tea with, because I can't possibly compare.
But I've marked your words Pod, and I'm still waiting: ndaguet at hotmail dot com.
And I haven't even told you how beautiful your photo is.
Has it been five years?
Gorgeous photo Pod, very intriguing!
:D
It is a very interesting effect, Pod. What filter did you use? Very good with your writing and throw me into the world of child story or even dream world.
5 years, Pod. My daddy has been gone a similar time too.
Living miracles we may be, but the longing of absence never really ends, does it? We just learn to live on in our own ways.
Ah! We should go to the Wildwood. They're all there, still, you know. The "green green grass of home". Picking bluebells and celendine. Smiling and laughing. Waiting to tell us that it all works out in the end. Waiting to say "shhhhhhh!" and hold us safe again.
They made us concrete out of the infinite, and sometimes we long to be lost amongst our amaranthine ghosts in infinity again. I do anyway. Makes my eyes blur and throat all hurty, and want to find a little corner to go into on my own.
Take care Mr Podster. You are special.
S. xx
Yes, they are always there. The air is a permeable link to the other worlds. I think there is always someone there calling you in for tea. In the dusky moments. Just listen very quietly and you can still hear them calling. Whispering in the clouds. They hold the memories of you too. Whispers that start with hello ane end with goodbye. I know how they sound.
Just like orange ice-lollies.
Just like running knees and socks.
Just like pebbles on the beach.
Just like the smell of your sandy hair.
Just like always and now and tomorrow.
Just like friends.
Just like the laugh that makes no sound.
You know, all of those things take you back to where it all began and where we go from here. Always back to those we love and care for.
There are so many that care for you Pod. As I said, she is so proud of you.
They all look down on us from somewhere. The soft, downy cheek and the smell of cardigans.
Yes, they are always there. The air is a permeable link to the other worlds. I think there is always someone there calling you in for tea. In the dusky moments. Just listen very quietly and you can still hear them calling. Whispering in the clouds. They hold the memories of you too. Whispers that start with hello ane end with goodbye. I know how they sound.
Just like orange ice-lollies.
Just like running knees and socks.
Just like pebbles on the beach.
Just like the smell of your sandy hair.
Just like always and now and tomorrow.
Just like friends.
Just like the laugh that makes no sound.
You know, all of those things take you back to where it all began and where we go from here. Always back to those we love and care for.
There are so many that care for you Pod. As I said, she is so proud of you.
They all look down on us from somewhere. The soft, downy cheek and the smell of cardigans.
Oh.. Pod dear... that is my favourite ever.. of course! Look at it... quite bewitching.. i fear there could be a Wolf about. xx pip
My dear friend Podxxxx
I can't call you home, because I don't know where that is, but I can call you to reypod for tea and cake - please join me! The roses are blooming by the window. See you there!
Pod, I came back again, because I've been moist-eyed all afternoon (oo-er missus!)
Anyway, I wanted to share this with you. It's one of a series of remarkable fossils from a place called Florissant in Colorado. By some strange accident of nature they allow us to see incredible detail.
This one here is a butterfly that flew 35 million years ago. You can even see its markings. I think it is one of the loveliest and most ephemeral things I've ever seen.
Can you imagine it, fluttering along all those years ago, unseen by man. One of millions of delicate butterflies that lived all that time a go. It reminds me of paw prints in roman tiles. Or child's handprints in them. A tiny fragment of life speaking too us immortally across human lifetimes.
Anyway, I thought of you and little moth and wanted to show you this.
This is interesting. It's your style, but it sort of isn't. I guess I'm not used to seeing you do nature shots. It looks like an illustration from an old children's book, right at the very beginning when the children run away from home into the enchanted forest.
Whimsical.
Pod: We'll all share our tea with you. It's not the same, but it's the best we can do. :)
That's just lovely. She misses you too, you know.
perfectly wonderful!
Oh Poddy :-(
when you squint, that yellowish area kinda looks like tazmania.
when you double squint you expand tazmania yellow island down to the lighter green area and it looks like new jersey.
small world
smaller still if it would fit between trees....but where would the trees be planted from then if they were to be planted from the earth but frame the earth.
issues arise, science is a lie.
you didn't know that about buddhism? every religion has its downside. forget their views on the disabled....think about what's happened to them. Who wouldn't want to believe you and your family deserved to be massacred?
what are we talking about?
how do we justify a rising global population with reincarnation? do good bugs x so many lives get to humans? Who repopulates the bugs? Are aliens being reincarnated around us? Answers, pod. You've been stuck in human form for how many lives....were you a bug or an alien once?
Great shot, man. Looks like they're on their way to the Emerald City.
Joel
these lush greens...really gorgeous Pod... this one is an award winner!
hmm...by the other comments I would assume that you are referring to the passing of your Mom five years ago, but not knowing that until I read comments, I assumed ... (and you know what assuming something means!)
... that you would love to be five years old again. Doing all the marvelous things a five-year-old does with him/herself throughout the day. I think your day sounds wonderful, carefree, and joyous. Oh, to recapture the wonders of being a child again, complete with Mom still there to call you home to tea.
Lovely, pod. Just lovely; both the words and the photo.
Once again you've sent a heat-seeking missile at the viewer's secret inner places, giving us the sentimental without at all sentimentalizing.
There is a lovely openness to your work that invites us in to share.
Thanks for the invite.
Thanks for sharing your story with us dr. pod, and your email. Five years can seem like a lifetime, or was it yesterday?
I hope you're doing well my friend. You're one special guy and don't you forget! xoxo
What a tremendously lovely pic!
The green with the little people walking there.
Yes, it's that terrific greeness.
Oh my, this is fabulous. I want to join you on this journey, Pod ;)
A Sydney blog - how exciting :)
I used to live there (in Coogee)
Again, I shall abstain.
wrong thoughts...
photographs
children
bushes....
wrong
wrong
...
sorry.
ah, so very evocative Pod.
Ok, .........
'Tea-time kids. There's ginger beer, boiled eggs, bread and butter, tomatoes from the garden and scones with raspberry jam and REAL Cornish clotted cream'.
lovely, pod.
YOU ARE NOT BOB DYLAN, sir.
(psst: I heard you were caught harassing third graders at your grandson's school. Go back to your lingerie ads and leave the youngin's alone. You're over the 35 benchmark, feel the isolation you condemned my grandparent's generation to, old man.)
NDS - thanks! and hello to you! ;0)
RAINDOGGIE - yup, cross processed! you never quite know what you're gonna get. i love that.
WENDZ - thanks wendo. perhaps it is you and your little brother?
NATHALIE - yes 5 years without little moth. bless her. are you saying we should have tea madame daguet?
;0P
BALE - thanks! i don't understand your name??
BEN - i used slide film and had it cross processed. it brings out the colour, and you never really know how it is gonna turn out...give it a go (not so great with people though)
SHEZZA - yes it never ends. we just get along and still have our moments. i had a lovely dream on the anniversary. i was back at home, all snuggly and safe in bed, and i crept into her bedroom and she was lying asleep. i touched her lovely auburn hair, and she stirred a little, but i said 'it's ok, go back to sleep. i love you'. there was a flicker of a smile as she returned to sleepiness. i was really there. it was very real. thank you for showing me the other moth. how amazing. i think one day, someone will find our fossils (mine and yours) in the wildwood, and they will gaze for hours in awe, and marvel at our beauty and try to imagine what we were like.......thanks for your understanding shez, you know how much i appreciate it x
BUD - you and me in the laugh that makes no sound...wrapped up in the richie cunningham cardy x x
PIP - even if there is a wolf about, poddie will protect you ;0)
REYA - o think we shall have tea in DC one day, as well as on reypod! thank you sunshiny hair! ;0)
JOSY - i am glad you see it that way. it is a little magical. it was taken from the deck of my old house in NZ. pod has many facets, as does jo-oh see-ah! i expect?
STEVE - ah, thanks mate. get the kettle on! ;0)
MA - yeah, i knwo.... :0( but it is lovely to be missed too ;0)
FN - hurrah! x
DONS - it's ok! gifts will make me feel much better...... ;0p
JAMES - i do seem to recall being a bug at least once. a rare and colourful small one that was rarely seem, only by the few. hence the name pod (from the latin poddulia photographica). see?
JOEL - i like that idea! ;0)
CHED - it's the processing that makes it so green, but it is a pretty stunning area. i lived in a little cottage overlooking the harbour where orcas used to visit. very special!
LYNNIE - it could be either. it has been five years, but i could also be five in the park. wouldn't it be great to go back, just for a moment?
SHELLY - another wonderfully warm thing to say. thank you thank you. you are always welcome ;0) (do you have royal ties? you look most regal and important in your piccie!)
ROBBO - sometimes it feels like yesterday. sometimes it feels lke eons ago. you know what i mean don't you? thank you gentle man ;0)
WAT - splendid! good to see you again!
ZIPPY - tis me and you skipping along singing and laughng with the sun in our eyes! come on, let's go!!
BRECHI - hey! where did you pop up from? i am thinking of moving to coogee. nice to meet you!
INC - naughty! ;0p
HHB - ooh! i'll give the boiled eggs a miss thanks, but ginger beer and scones, yum! ;0)
BOB - thank you. give that young james a good clip round the ear hey?
EVERYONE - thanks for all your comments. you make me smile, and i am really pleased that we are such a diverse and great little group!!
fascinating! when i think photography i always think latin. hmm, this deserves dwelling.
check out the return of hokusai today
oh pod.
xxx
Shez, what a lovely gift to pod, this little moth that lives on forever...
This is marvelous, romantic, poignant.
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