
Tomorrow I’ll be
Hosting a friend’s birthday tea
Count me as absentee
From world negativity
Serving joviality
Tanka/Rhyme

Tomorrow I’ll be
Hosting a friend’s birthday tea
Count me as absentee
From world negativity
Serving joviality
Tanka/Rhyme

We count our life in years,
But what about the days?
All the seconds of life?
Cherish all the minutes.
It’s in those moments,
Memories are made,
Chances are taken,
Changes often happen.
Treasure every breath.
Celebrate each day.
Give thanks for your life.
Syllabic Verse
My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?
It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!
It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.

Did
You ever
Wonder how
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
Etheree