Nunca Te Rindas
By Ed Crane
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I welcome your gift of hope every day
my nameless friend.
Silently trumpeting each daily dawn
in colours of Kings and Bishops.
Cleopatra’s favourite hue
to mourn your own loss.
The dry desiccating desert wind
strips you naked by dusk,
but under the black star-filled sky
your courage performs its magic.
New blooms greet the rising Sun.
I do not know your name
my faithful Spanish friend
and when I leave this desert isle
you will whisper in my ear,
"No me olvides"
And I will not forget you.
Instead I’ll honour you
with the name you deserve:
Nunca Te Rindas.
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What a beautiful tribute to
What a beautiful tribute to this flower.
Jenny.
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What a beautiful little
What a beautiful little flower Ed - I'd never heard of it before. I have phacelias in my garden (thanks to a recommendation from di_hard) and campanulas, but none like yours! Thank you for this lovely poem
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This is very lovely and such
This is very lovely and such a fitting metaphor for resilience and hope. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on Facebook and Twitter.
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Very well deserved golden
Very well deserved golden cherries - congratulations Ed!
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honoured indeed, Ed.
honoured indeed, Ed.
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It's a beautiful trubute to a
It's a beautiful trubute to a beautiful flower Ed. You could never get bored of such a powerful colour. There are some plants that never seem to give up, often the ones you don't fuss over. Never give up, a positive token from the terrace.
Is it Tibouchina granulosa?
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You know a flower has made an
You know a flower has made an impact on your life when you name it yourself.
Your words really do give the feeling that you're talking to a friend. A lovely poem.
Turlough
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I was in Tenerife a couple of
I was in Tenerife a couple of times but sadly not the other islands. I went two consecutive Christmases about twenty years ago. In Playa Arena and Garachico in the quiet north west it was beautiful. All those volcanic formations, the huge Atlantic waves and the fresh fish with crusty Canarian potatoes and mojo picon. New Year celebrations in the square in Los Gigantes went on all night. It was one of the best New Year parties I've ever known. I sort of fell in love with the place myself.
They cancelled our boat trip to see the whales and dolphins because it was raining a bit. I had never imagined whales and dolphins being averse to wet weather. But that's not why I never went back.
Turlough
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