On the banks of the Thames
beyond the doors of the Tate
glimpsed through the haze
of a London heatwave
the Post-Modernist of Fate
painting it all black
whilst trying hard to forget
his brushstrokes of regret
Old Father Time
a blameless benefactor
or a facilitator of crime?
With mankind blinded
or simply near-sighted
to the truly sublime
Mother of Nature
on her bended knees
with no reason or rhyme
where life itself
is a thing to be endured
and measured by degrees
by the ties that bind
Time is a mystery
What was it?
What is it?
What is to be?
The scientists
the philosophers
they just can’t agree
Time is an ocean
that ends at the shore
where brave sailors
of the deep blue sea
sigh …
and cry out for more
Carefree spring days
Endless summers in the sun
Plenty of time for regret
… people neglected
… offers rejected
when your race is run
Life is
a privilege divine
in the giving
and the receiving
Keep on keeping on
beyond all the strife
and the loss
in choosing to become
the most becoming
becoming the most
as a love offering
to the Host of the Universe
the Keeper of Forever
the Giver of Life
and living risen King
my best friend … Jesus Christ
~ Words & Images;
David B. Redpath © 2018 – 2022
Photography:
David & Linda Redpath © 2018 -22
I like your photo art David
Talented
Your poem is great too
Something about the last three lines
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Thanks Stella, it’s my therapy.
You reminded me of the
Broken Hallelujah poem buried way back, so I revised
and reposted. Thanks 4
that. I’m travelling about
at the moment so not able
to do much writing.
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It is a fantastic poem, I’m glad I reminded you.:) writing does the same for me, and it’s good to repost, you have some great poems back here that many haven’t seen. 🙂 safe travels
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Thank you, Stella.
Keep on expressing.
We are reflections of
the Greater Creator.
Creativity is a divine thing.
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I like the way you put that, thank you for showing me that! 🙂 and you are welcome!:)
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Very creative, David…rather “otherworldly”. Thank you so much for sharing! 💞
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A tour guide of the otherworldly.
That would be a pursuit most worthy!
Thanks for that, Betty.
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You’re most welcome!
It would be fun, too, I think. 😊
Pleasant journeys, Dear.
Have a good one!
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Good one David. It has a great rhythm and then at the end, plenty of time to regret. Yep, let’s save that for later or not at all. The art certainly help emphasize the point.
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Thanks Daniel.
Much appreciated.
Chuck, the Reluctant, convinced
me to post this, as it started out
as a simple comment.
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Those are the best. I enjoy going on a bit of inspiration from someone.
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The creative collective.
May the intergalactic
word virus infect us.
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Yes! May the intergalactic word virus infect us in many curious ways.
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Fabulous poetry and stunning art David!
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Thank you very much, Holly.
I guess it takes one, to appreciate one.
Truly appreciated.
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Thank you David!
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Dear David, wonderful, always wonderful. I adore the references to time and youth, especially, “Time is an ocean / that ends at the shore / like a deep blue sea.” Enjoy your travels. ~ Mia
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Thanks Mia.
I was greatley inspired by
Elisa’s Gasping for Light poem,
‘The Number of my Days’.
And, as always, a little Dylan.
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Wonderful inspiration!
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Inspiration to gasp on.
Thank you Bellísi Mia.
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Your art work is superb
And I find your poem
Full of warmth and inspiration
The finale is truly insightful
“Life is a privilege.
Life is a-happening thing.
Keep on keeping on
choosing the offering,
till the setting
of the evening sun.
Plenty of time for regret
when the day is done.”
I’m happy that you’ve reposted and I got the chance to have a read.
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Much appreciated, Ivor.
You’re a man who has
known true love. Who
could ask for more?
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I’m not sure if true love makes me “A Better Man”
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Paolo Nitin, unplugged …
Very Nice!
All I know Ivor, is that
love true has stopped
me from becoming
. . . a bitter man.
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Aaahhh, David you’re sweetness personified
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With a big swig of venom.
Keeps the beast on his toes.
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Yes. Let us all keep keeping on and immerse us in your many and varied colors…
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Thanks Wayne.
The best thing to do,
to keep on keeping on
like a bird that flew
through all the thats right,
and all thats wrong.
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This is so beautiful David. Wealth of meaning in every line. The artwork adding to your words.
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Thank you very much, Punam.
Always good to hear from you.
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Likewise David. You are welcome.
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Wow. I love this poem & the underlying simplicity with which it flows into the reader’s mind. Indeed, life & time are two mysteries we’re bestowed with, the answer to which even the greatest scientists can’t figure out.
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Thank you, Nameera, for
taking the time, to read and respond to my poem.
Yes, scientist are now in a
lather trying to decide whether
‘Time’ is fixed, broken, or
speeding up?
Is it a fundamental or an emergent phenomenon?
I need a watch that’s universal!
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This is lovely David. Though I cannot see the picture, I can feel it through your words. And yes, Time. Who can truly understand it?
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Thank you very much, Lorraine.
My pictures are truly masterpieces,
that one day, no doubt,
will be hanging in the Tate.
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I hope they do.
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Love this!!
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Much satisfaction, Amberley.
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Yass!!
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Awesome poem with most appropriate image 💙
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Thank you very much, Akshaya.
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One thing I love deeply and am fascinated with is time
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When it comes to time, E.C.,
I subscribe to the String Theory;
How long is a piece of string?
The big end is coming,
or is it just beginning?
Is time a Removals Van,
full of tomorrows, slowly
reversing over, and over again,
a piece of string?
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It’s no erroneous crime
to take the time
to deeply fascinate
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The photo art is so so beautiful ❤
Love the poem too
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Thank you very much.
Perhaps a coincidence,
but I’m the boy who
writes in his dreams?
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Then I’m very glad to have come across you
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Most lovely”time is a mystery …..”🌹🌹🌹
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In the mists of time,
there is always time,
for some mystery.
… Thanks Aruna.
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Yeah.i agree with you about the thought of time.
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Lovely poetry and i love the art
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Thanks Priscilla.
I’m working on a Scream Print
in Velvet, just for you.
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without the sweet
summer memories of youth,
those days of carefree fun,
winter’s reminiscing
would bring no warmth.
Love this passage!
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Thank you. Angie.
It was many seasons
it the writing.
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My heavens David! If we could only just jump into your art! What a wonderful time that would be. Love it. I really liked your poem as well. There is an ease with your poem that I like. It takes me on this little trip, so lovely and full of thought. Thank you
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Thank you very much, Tamaya.
The world 🌎 would be a
much better place if we all
learned to take it easy.
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Ah time. I’ve been trying to put it into words too but I lost it. Now it’s after me for trying to kill it.
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Bojana, have no fear 😱!
Time heals all wounds.
As sooner or later,
the wounded disappear.
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No fears. The fearless-hearted here. I’ll nail the bastard.
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Bold as a Puma, Bojana.
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… Or should that be a Jaguar?
I dare not say ‘Cougar’!
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Haha (B is not into boys).
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Life is many a thing, and in many a thing
Life in the sun and the Earth is its son
Allowing to carry on, to keep on carrying on
It’s back the very Life Life has been imbuing
In more than one thing
Because life is a song, and when the final tune has been sung
Life is a silence of admiration for the piece of work the artist once sang.
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Thanking you, Issa Dioume.
Life can be a many splendored thing
with that pure love from above
flowing through a heart growing.
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Marvelous chef-d’oeuvre David!
It is brilliant!
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Thank you very much, Issa.
I must confess,
I’m falling for your writing.
“Someday, everything
is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.”
~ Bob Dylan
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Life is indeed a privilege David and I have no regrets.
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Oh, quite moving and thought-provoking…thank you, David! Blessings to you
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Exceedingly likewise.
Thank you, Joan Myles.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
YOWSA—-MANY TIMES OVER!
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Thanks Jonathon 🙏😎
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really LOVED your post, Man!
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Greatly appreciated 🙏
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you muchly, Doree 🙏❤️
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What a lovely poem! I’m excited to read more of your work.
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Thank you 🙏
You’re welcome here
on highway bloggery
anytime 😎
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Great post, My Friend! Please be safe out there! Going on the fourth week of confinement here. Cabin fever!
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Things are relatively calm
down under 🦘
I’m walking a fine confined line,
between safety and contagion,
here in Australia 🇦🇺
… thanks Chuck 😷👍
But we see on TV the carnage
in Europe and America 😢
Best stay in your cabin.
I’m sure it’s much safer 🙏
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A post full of art and emotions… Great work!
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Thank you very much,, Piyush 🙏
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“sigh … and cry out for more”…
yes, crying out for more…
and if I could, I’d give you every award…
You’re a brilliant poet
and blog-friend
and artist, and observer of art,
and of
the human and universal
condition.
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Choosing life,
for me,
is a daily decision.
I can only assume,
being human,
that constant choice
is not so uncommon.
Thank you very much, Lia,
for your positve feedback,
and good vibrations.
After reading your recent posting,
I feel that there is something you,
me, and Jesus, have in common
… a dislike for state religion.
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Agreed indeed, and for all
your awareness and good deeds
thanks, truly, a million.
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🙏 ♾️ 💛
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great photos and great poem. wonderful..
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Thank you very much 🙏
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I love everything about this, David. My hearts are not far from where you are standing in the photos (daughter and granddaughters). We’ll be spending time together later for storytime. I can’t wait. Who is the artist of that first painting? ♥.
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Yes, I’ve been reminiscing over
happier times, Niki. Such as
London in the summer time.
The first picture is a ‘stylised’
photo I took of a performance
artist outside the Tate Modern.
Next stop … Spain 💃🇪🇸
Hope to see you there, Niki 😎
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Wow, that’s a photo? I thought that was an impressionist painting. Nice! Such a great idea to reminisce this way. Thanks for taking us along. I remember when you were in Spain – Barcelona,right. I can’t wait to see Spain again. ♥.
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Mañana, Niki 🙏 💛 😎
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Wow, incredible images !!! So talented you are 😊
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Thank you very much.
Greatly appreciated 🙏 😎
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Yes, the nature of time has certainly been a subject of intense debate.
It would be a much better use of time to visit the Tate.
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DAVID!!! This is all BEYOND superelasticbubbleplastic AMAZING! Love everything about this post. Thank You for this! Cheers and hugs Your way!!! I hope Y’all are well…stay safe! 🤗❤️🌀🙏🏼😊
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A far out coincidence Katy!
This post was inspired by a walk
along the banks of the Thames,
when I was picked up by a big 🔘
soap bubble that happened along
But the trip came to a sudden stop
when the bubble went “POP! ” 💥💦
And yes, Linda and I are slowly
going crazy 😜 But safely 😎
Thanks for asking, Katy ❤️
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Thank God for big bubbles
that ferry us away
that blow our wild minds and make our souls sway
“Crazy!” indeed is the word of today
sanity’s out, bananaty stays…
May Y’alls sweet time grow sweeter deep in Your cave
and Your imagination provide all the roaming You crave!!!
Sending huge hugs Y’alls way. Thanks for the smiles You gift! 🤗🦋🙏🏼🌀🌸❤️😊
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“Bubbles in the water,
bubbles in the air.
Go all the way to the
other side of the world.
you’ll find bubbles there.
Revolution even ain’t no
substitution for bubbles.
Since the beginning
of the Universe
man’s been blessed
with bubbles 🔘”
~ Bubble Dylan
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Can’t stop smiling!!!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Totally love it! And, as always, the photography is awesome!!! Such talent 🙂
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Thank you very much 🙏
But I owe it all to my camera 📷
It was subjected to much darkroom
chemicals in it’s celluloid youth. So,
it has developed into a digital artist,
without negatives or proof 😎
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David, I enjoyed the journey with this poem, especially the culminating end in the final verses.
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Thank you, Buckeye,
with much appreciation.
Beyond the storms of strife
with the God of all creation
this journey of life
is a celebrated culmination
in our Lord, Jesus Christ ✝️
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Another one leaving me thinking. loved the part about there is no warmth without those sweet spring memories. Beautiful.
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Spring’s whisper
a lingering promise
Thank you, Christin, for such
a heart warming response 💛
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This is beautiful. That turnaround in the end was done really well with that final note of hope. We all have regrets, and some live in despair. Your poem really touched me.
(WordPress is still acting wonky. This post didn’t show up in my feed either.)
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Greatly appreciated, Tanmay
Come to think of it, as often happens,
the inspiration for this one came
the hard way ( … and yes, WordPress
could do with a prayer session 🙏)
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I love the artwork with your photography it is amazing as is your beautiful poem. I like the poem in its entirety but absolutely love the last stanza. Beautiful writing! Big hugs you two!
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Very much appreciated, Joni 🙏❤️
Linda and I have been extremely
busy on the road travelling, but as
they say, it broadens your horizon
seeing 👁️♾️👁️ more of God’s
glorious creation 🌏
Religion organised
like a well oiled machine
sounding proud
with loud siren screams
of fallen angels
with no human soul
Organised religion
is often just a tribal hole
to make a last stand in
whilst tied to a totem pole
Religion can be a prison
Jesus is the Word
speaking true freedom
A love with real meaning
A hope that spoke
to the heart of us caught
in a world unravelling
mindful that we are but dust
Jesus is a person
always within reach
and never out of touch
Body, mind, and spirit
unified, healed, and made whole
Religion is often just a tribal hole
~ David B. Redpath 😎
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So beautiful and so true. I don’t remember being a little girl and not knowing God. He was always with me because I was afraid all the time. I think it is wonderful that you tell people about Jesus. These are troubled times and having God in your heart takes all the fear away. Bless you my friend. I am glad you and Linda have this special time together. Take care of one another sending love to you both. You are an amazing writer and photographer. ❤️🙏❤️
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A heartfelt thank you, Joni 🙏 😇 🕶️
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You are so welcome completely my pleasure. You two enjoy one another. There is nothing like being equally yoked to your spouse. Once you are you treat each other like they are literally a part of you. One flesh. 🦋
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Fantastic, David! 👌
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Thanks for taking the tour, Harshi 🙏😎
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Wonderful poem, David.
I first saw the Tate Gallery when I was 8 years old.
Love how the Tate Gallery was able to inspire a poem reflecting on life and the nature of Time. 🕰
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The Tate was a highlight of my
London trip. Being face to face with
a Salvador Dali, and a René Magritte,
made my stay completely sublime
( … and/or sublimely complete ).
It would be a crying shame not to
go back to the Tate once again . . .
in the fullness of time ⌚😎
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brilliant visuals , David, and I like the positive note that this piece end on 🙂
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Thanks for taking the guided tour,
John 🙏 I’m more of a rambling
traveller than a tourist, but in
general, I find life’s journey is
far better when being guided by
someone who knows the layout,
and what they’re talking about 😎👍
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Artistic piece
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Thank you, Yam 🙏
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🙂
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Loved this! It’s fabulous!
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Greatly appreciated, Jina 🙏
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