Laughing porcelain seas
a soft belly breeze
moist coffee clouds
filter a dirty night sky
a glass of champagne flowers
bloom lakeside
with polished, bubbly
perfume that tickles
the velvety-throated
shore, one muddy kiss more,
before collapsing
on the silty lake bed floor.
Tomikichiro Tokuriki – Biwa Lake at Night (in Blue)
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
That’s beautiful verse, K. Love it.
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Thank you, my friend. Anytime I’m by the water, my muse seems to be happiest. Have a great day.
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Same with me, K. I’ll be at the coast next week, the muse will be singing. You’re most welcome. Always. Thank you, and a lovely rest of your day/week to you too.
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That’s a magical verse.
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Thank you.😊 Here’s to many more waterside evenings and poofs of new poetry.
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gorgeous imagery
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Thank you very much, JYP.
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Thank you for making me smile. 🙂
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And thank you for giving me that same smile in return. 😊
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That first couplet is so polished, it sparkles!
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Oh, marvelous. Thank you, Hobbo. I’ll put the rest of the poem in a tumbler one day and try to get something magical to take shape. 🙂
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There is nothing wrong with the rest! it’s just that first couplet that sets it off!
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Love the imagery. So beautiful.💕
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Thank you kindly, Grace. Your comment reminds me to spend more time outdoors, awe-struck.
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Happy to hear that, K. My pleasure.💕
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Fun to read. ❤️☺️
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Thank you, John.
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had trouble with ‘porcelain seas’ but loved the sensuous imagery —
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Gotcha. Like the traditional blue white? Ah well, it seemed right in the moment, delicate and reflective that porcelain sea. Thanks, John.
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ahhh; now I see it; thanks 🙂
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😊
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