My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Breathing in Blue also shared on Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
De (WhimsyGizmo) has inspired us with photos from her visit to Lake Tahoe – “Lake of the Sky” and, for this week’s Poetics, asks us to look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. This photograph was taken last weekend on the Norfolk Broads.
Swimming in liquid cobalt,
Reflections
Sparkle like molten glass,
Dazzling ducks as they pass,
Spilling inky swirls
And trickling purls
On the blue breath
Of the Norfolk Broads.
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© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
Oh, my. THIS:
“Spilling inky swirls
And trickling purls
On the blue breath”
This photo, and this poem, take my breath away. Gorgeous.
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Thank you, De. This is one of the photographs taken this weekend when my daughter and her new(ish) husband came up for the weekend to remember the fifth anniversary of my father’s death and to celebrate my sixtieth birthday – it’s tomorrow – don’t tell anyone! We hired a boat for five hours and enjoyed a rare day of heat and sun on the Broads- I got sunburn. We had a delicious meal in a local restaurant in the evening and it was wonderful.
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It sounds wonderful. So important to get away like that. I am so sorry for your loss, and glad you were able to spend your illustrious 60th birthday in such a beautiful blue way. 🙂
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Thank you, De!
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Such great images in this poem. I love that you can tell this was crafted with care. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Thank you so much!
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“Octave” made me think of music, of course. So this was a surprise, but a beautiful one and musical inits own inspiring way. Thank you!
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Oh this is an absolute treat!! ❤
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Beginning with the title this spoke to me of purity, of clarity Wonderful choice of images, Kim.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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I specially love: Sparkle like molten glass,
and
Spilling inky swirls
And that’s a lovely photo too Kim. Thanks for joining us.
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Thanks for your kind comments, Grace.
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This felt like a lovely meditation, and I love the feeling of peace it brought to me.
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Moments of reflection in liquid blue, lovely images and the picture is a perfect companion to your words.
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That water looks exactly as you describe it, Kim…”liquid cobalt” and as “molten glass.” A perfect photo to inspire your words.
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Ah, I breathe the calmness this poem brings. So beautifully done… ❤
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So few words paint such beauty!
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Thank you, Lillian!
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Your brilliant blue is musical, a breath of calm water and peace filled-sky. Loved this:
“Spilling inky swirls
And trickling purls
On the blue breath”
Thanks for sharing these moments.
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Thank you for reading, Stacie!
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You had me at ‘liquid cobalt” ! Lovely.
Jane
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Thanks for reading, Jane!
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Makes me want to go fishin. The poem kind of rolls around in my mind like a big blue mable. Quite well blued. Thanks
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I love those big blue marbles! Thanks for reading, Walter.
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your welcome
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A delightful walk along the water in Norfolk…bkm
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“Reflections / Sparkle like molten glass.” What beautiful imagery. I could have pictured this scene even without the photo you described it so vividly.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Linda.
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Sparkle like molten glass, and Spilling inky swirls…and liquid cobalt! Beautiful. Congratulations on your birthday. What a glorious way to spend it and then to breathe out such a glorious poem. And the anniversary of your father’s death. It is good you had loved ones with you to remember. And to make new memories.
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Thank you so much, Toni. I had a wonderful weekend and I know Dad would have appreciated it.
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Lovely images! Sorry about your dad.
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Thank you, that’s very kind.
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Nice! Makes me want to slow down.
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Thank you, Marian!
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Sounds pretty great. K.
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Thank you!
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oh so beautifully expressed, the photo melts and drips into your poem
much love….
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Many thanks and much love to you, Gillena.
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I love this vignette, Kim! So much in a few words!
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Thank you, Walter. So pleased you like it.
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Really nice, Kim. I’d like to be there, closest we’ve been is Harwich, south of Ipswich (the drive back to London was beautiful country). Those ducks are getting their most from the pretty water. Do you think they know? I do.
The pollution intensity in our Houston Ship Channel, 50 miles long, is measured by how far up the Channel the fish survive. They know also like the ducks, but too late, oops. It is never Cobalt in the dredged Buffalo Bayou part but does get clear in the Galveston Bay portion, and on out to the Gulf of Mexico.
Your picture is perfect too, for the poem.
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Thanks for reading, Jim! I’m in Cambridge at the moment, another fine city. We spent an hour or so watching people on punts on the river.
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Beautiful word-picture / beautiful word-music! And the graphic image is terrific too. 🙂
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Thank you, Rosemary. 😊
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Lovely !
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Thank you kindly!
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