My today’s poem is channelled by the Oracle, as K. calls magnetic poetry, and comes with an old sunset. I haven’t seen anything like this in a while.
But first – happy first day of spring! I didn’t know it’s today when I went on my first walk without my winter coat this morning, but I had to put it on just now again for the evening walk. And after showing your the first three on Thursday, the poppy count is now ten!
One other thing: my favourite daily game has now become Semantle. If you love words, try it out. I like it that guesses are not limited and you can persevere until you nail the daily word. And it’s not easy.
As for the words in my poem, blame it on spring.
When the sea likes you Through breast of light fingering its ships. Lust like no pictures, fast as their chant. Why were we hot yet?
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #305: Sea
This day in my blogging history
An Embarrassment of Riches 
Happy spring to you!
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Wonderful Manja 🙂
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The Oracle does like questions. But of course the sea likes you! (K)
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Spring is definitely in the air. Loved that poem of yours, and the pics are extraordinaire, wie immer.
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Lovely images and poem about the sea!!
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Happy first day of spring! Coats are still needed here but I left mine unfastened when I went out this morning, so that’s a start 😆
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Love all of this! The colors in the sea pics, the magnetic poetry, the day in history. Happy Spring! ⚘💜⚘
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I love your poem. It’s very apt for spring and sunsets and possibility!
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Great shots!
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Great poem, lovely water shots. Same with the kingfisher — what a welcome photo bomber! But my favorite pic has to be the one with the kittttttiiiiiieeeessss! Meow meow! 🙂
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What a poem, ha ha! You are good. It makes perfect sense, the sea being one big heaving orgasm of female. And ships and boats being vagina-shaped and always a she. If you don’t mind my being so frank. Gorgeous Turner-esque shots. Love the reflection in the river and the kitties on the wall ❤
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I never mind you being frank, Sunra Nina. Please, continue to be so. I like it. No secrets should be kept from the sea. Poor Turner is turning in his grave now. 😀
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Ha ha! Was that pun intended? I’m glad you don’t mind me being frank. Sometimes, it doesn’t translate well in words, so I have no choice but to become a better writer.
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Many reasons why being a better writer helps. Which pun did I manage?
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Turner turning in his grave 😊
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Hihihh. I see. NOT on purpose.
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😂 Innocent punnage is the best!
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Nothing quite like the feeling of an early spring ~ and your poem along with the magic of the sun setting over the sea… perfects days are to be had.
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