
“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.” Jacques Cousteau
Savouring The water slowly, gently, washes over my feet, more of a splish than splash from the lazy tide departing the quiet of the inlet for the sea, its bubbles and froth blinking in the sun, then becoming one with the sands of time, eventually I wandered home, not washing, but rather, savouring the sticky, salty feeling, and the smell of the sea on my skin. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
I’m savouring the image here, Paul.
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Yes!
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That is delightful, so glad to hear that, thank you VJ
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My pleasure!
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I’m bound by the sea’s spell without a doubt and you just took me back there. So bewitching.
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We never forget do we? Something about the sea, the moon, so many amazing and stimulating experiences. Thank you very much Chris.
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Sounds magical.
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Is really is for me, thank you Sandy.
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Welcome!
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The simple tone makes the images play in my mind again and again. The effect is captivating.
Love what you did here..
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Thank you very much for sharing how it affected you, much appreciated.
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Any time..
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Lovely
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Many thanks Cheryl 🙂
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Very lovely poem, Paul! I like the photo, too. ❤
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Our local inlet, a relatively quiet and peaceful place, except school holidays, of course. Thank you Cheryl.
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The Cousteau quote is so true! And your poem and photo are wonderful–I never tire of looking at the water, and reading poetry about it.
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Yes, there’s something about water! So glad you liked it, thank you Zelda.
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You’re welcome.
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I love the poem! I’ve had this experience so many times.
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It lingers in the mind, like cut grass, and the perfumes of spring …. thank you very much Liz.
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The smell of cut grass and the perfumes of spring are more of life’s little pleasures.
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Yes, such joy. 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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😁✨👍
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Straight as thoughts appeared in mind!
The last two lines delighted me!
Very effective!
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Many thanks for sharing how it affected you, much appreciated.
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Lovely and I could relate.
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Thank you Rupali, that is wonderful to hear.
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Beautiful – I can feel the sand on my feet
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Thank you 🙂
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