Shades and Faces

Green over Blue

For order at sea is the wave ...

Stone built blues

Imprisoned to eternal order,

tightly masoned red stones

gaze bonded at the afternoon light.

Rebels protrude, a path aloft.

Below water flows hastily 

to meet the Aegean blue.

To join the mother sea. 

To become salty - alive.

For such is the purpose

to be salty to join the sea,

where order is neigh a bond

nor is the light a maze of green.

For order at sea is the wave

and cleansing path aloft

the blue light - abundant to all,

rebels and obedient alike.

ioannispk - son of a pirate

Standing silent against the wind

Blue Doors

Walls and Fences

Light Cage

And there I saw my thoughts trapped.
Aegean summer light showering around.
I sought shelter in the comfort of my childhood
shadows - bliss is the belfry.

Saint George's bells tolled midsummer noon.
One last line remains to cast off.
Then there shall be the open sea.
Set a blue sail - homebound .

A blue roof and a water mattress.
Homebound to the Archipelagos.
Never shall I be slave to the shadows,
neigh shall I seek shelter from light.

For Abdulah - Ioannispk - son of a pirate

Mid Summer mews ...

Question of Style

St. George's Bells

Barriers

Where stories are told from

Unknown Seaman

Making Plans

Pebbles - Wind & Salty Water

When night falls,

those whispers can't you hear ?

Salty water ...

Shape the pebbles.

Wind blow ...

Dust me off my thoughts.

I shall be cleansed in salty water.

I shall be dried by salty wind.

All those years ...

unshaped pebbles are my thoughts.

Salty water - wind ...

Carve my thoughts.

Δια τον Abdulah - ioannispk son of a long lost pirate

Martha

A Nail's Shadow

A nail casts it's shadow over old flacking paint.
It looks so dominating in this small world.
Yet it takes for just a hammer to cast it's shadow
upon the nail to dwarf it's short lived glory.

It's all a matter of scale !
In the cosmos man is dwarfed ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
is blow away to an eternal cycle.

It's all a matter of scale !
In his micro-cosmos man is grandiose ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
he shall be blown away to an eternal cycle.

An eternal cycle of learning and knowledge.

Eternity is a curse in human terms.
God help us find our scale ...
Like cosmic dust, infinitesimally small
blow us closer to improvement and
spare us from the eternal cycle.

Awaiting the wind

Crucifixion

Encounters

Pine with a view

Behind wind curtains

Nature is never boring

Poseidon's Land Garden

Piraeus Old Grain Terminal