MH17 Tragedy (SunWinks! 20 July 2014)

This tragedy hit me really hard. I had to stop watching the news.
The terrorist attack on the Twin Towers in 2001 threw me into deep depression. My GP recommended then I stay away from TV news at times like this. So I’m being careful this time. But I can’t help feeling down, so many innocent lives lost. Such carnage! We are so powerless over Fate and Death.

In the sky

Debris falling down
In all directions
Airplane parts
And body parts
Human bodies
Old and young
Falling down
Lives brutally
Cut short!

Death’s scythe
Was most efficient
Job well done
In an instant

Death’s orgy
On the ground
Smoking wreckage
Death’s stench
In the fields
Death’s mocking
Killing twice:

“I am the Master
Forever in your mind
You are my slaves
Forever to me bound.”


May they soon rest in peace!
At this moment (22 July 2014) the bodies of victims
are in refrigerated train carriages.

May the world build peace!

© 2014 Irina Dimitric

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Twenty-four words from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This is the poem
of the soul
Naked to sun
and rain
Like the white soul
of the saint
These are the hands
that believe
and build


Twenty-four words from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; I inserted “soul” in the second line and “These are” in the third line from the bottom.

© 2014 Irina Dimitric


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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: The letter “B”

Birds with long Beaks on my Balcony

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Black Currawong and Kookaburras

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The Australian Magpie has a whitish beak with a black tip and sings most beautifully.

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The Kookaburra is a fat bird with a very strong beak but it’s not sharp, so when it grabs your finger, it doesn’t hurt at all.
These birds like me because I feed them. They love kangaroo mince. Magpies enjoy sunflower seeds too; I don’t know yet whether Currawongs would like them. I know they feed on berries in the bush, they just might like sunflower seeds too.

Kookaburras are confirmed carnivores!


When you’re too old to look after a dog, or even a cat, birds are your best friends.  :)


Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric


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A Lingering Look At Windows: Week #28

I took these photos with my smart phone HTC Desire yesterday.

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Enjoying a delicious lunch with my husband at Mosman Café, Sydney, Australia, I took this photo from inside through the window.

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On the way out I couldn’t resist taking a photo of this gorgeous furniture shop.

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I just love the colour of the armchair and the beautiful display. You can see my reflection on the right of the chair.


Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric

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The Happiest Day of My Childhood

Today is 13 July. On this day 69 years ago, my dear father came home from a POW camp in Germany. I’m not superstitious in general, but that day was Friday 13 and I’ve considered it my lucky day ever since.

Here he is (seated in the first row in the middle) with his mates, all of them doctors, from Great Britain and Australia. He was wearing a British uniform and that complicated matters for him on his return: he was imprisoned, suspected of being a British spy. That episode deserves a story to be written, of course.

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Here he is in the first row flanked by Dr Norman Rose from Australia and Dr Webster from Great Britain. In the back row there is a Frenchman and a New Zealander. Stalag 344, Cosel, 5 June 1944.

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Back of the photo above, a postcard he sent to me. His POW number was 19522.

After the war, Dr Norman Rose became superintendent of Sydney Hospital; Dr Webster migrated to Australia and Dr Rose helped him to become superintendent of Prince of Wales Hospital in Sydney; and my father migrated to Australia in 1968 to join me and my family. Already in 1965, when my parents came only for a visit, Dr Rose helped my father to get his medical registration in New South Wales. They were very good friends having spent the last two years of war working together, young Dr Rose being  assistant to my father who was the chief surgeon of  the POW hospital.

Yes, that’s my next project, to record a piece of history through my father’s experiences. But first I must finish his WWI story.
Wish me luck!


© 2014 Irina Dimitric



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SunWinks! July 13, 2014: The H.M.S. Metaphor Goes On Extended Holiday


Poets, here’s a great challenge!

Originally posted on SunWinks!:

SunWinks! July 13, 2014: The H.M.S. Metaphor Goes On Extended Holiday

Dearest SunWinkers!

SunWinksLogoWe’ve been talking about metaphor in our language (that’s how it’s built) and our poetry (it wouldn’t be very poetic without it). Metaphors—and successful poetry—make us look at things in new ways by making fresh connections among diverse ideas.

An extended metaphoris a comparison that is carried out through an extended part or the entire length of a work. Some writers say it is synonymous with allegory. I think they are two different things, but I don’t have the energy to belabor the point here.

Here is a tiny sample of poems which use extended metaphors. Browse your favorite anthology to find many more. They shouldn’t be too hard to pick out. In fact, it occurs to me this would be a fabulous exercise!

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WESat: July 12, 2014 – Fan Fiction


Great writing challenge for fiction writers!

Originally posted on Writing Essential Group:

“Shrek! Why are we going back to that swamp?”

Shrek continued along the path without answering.

“Shrek, are you going to tell me what we are doing?”

Shrek stopped and stood there a second before turning to loom over Donkey. “We are not doing anything. Fiona is visiting her parents and I am going back to my swamp. That’s — I am going, not we.”

The ogre turned and continued plodding along the muddy trail. Behind him Donkey stood a second and then followed, saying, “I don’t understand it, Shrek, you live in a castle and you’re going back to that old swamp. Nope, I don’t understand it.”

Without turning, Shrek said, “DONKEY! You don’t have to understand it; I’m going back to my swamp. I didn’t invite you to come along, so you can go back to the castle. I don’t care.”

Donkey watched the ogre walk away and…

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Texture Tuesday July 8, 2014

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Gum tree bark in my street, Sydney, Australia

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Gum tree bark in another street

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Knee rug (detail)
This cosy knee rug was knitted by some lovely ladies and given to my husband when he was in hospital gravely ill in 2009. When he came home after four months, he gave it to me. It reminds me every day to be grateful for every moment of life.


Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric


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Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Power Lines

I hate overhead power lines, but they’re everywhere in my neighbourhood at Beauty Point, Sydney, Australia and I like taking photos of them. These were taken last year.

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This one was taken in Medusa Street. I like the combination of straight lines and loops connecting it all together.

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The perfect geometry of the power lines and the double cross is quite pleasing. This photo was taken in Pindari Avenue,  about fifty metres from my house.

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A full moon can turn a power pole with its lines into a romantic sight.

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This is my friend the magpie sitting on the pole in front of my house. The magpie’s song brightens my day. Without the power pole the bird would be sitting in the tree and I wouldn’t see it. Nothing is ever perfect!



Copyright 2014 Irina Dimitric

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InQuedible Quartet in 3:34 minutes


I just had to reblog this. I laughed my head off.

Originally posted on Cee's Photography:

I saw this on the Colonialist’s blog.  It’s really cool. You will laugh and cheer and be totally amazed at their talent and out of box thinking.

Qi (energy) hugs


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