For today's Think Tank at Poets United.
'Shell'
“She
sells
Seashells”
Take
one -
One
is none,
One,
two - I love you,
One,
two, three - family,
One,
two, three, four – go to the sea shore,
Five,
six, seven, eight, nine – picking up shells of beauty divine,
Ten…twenty…thirty…riches
abound – an infinite number of blessings we’ve found!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
You did count, it is beautiful! I think it is important to count one's blessings~
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
Thank you, Ella! Happy New Year to you, too!
ReplyDeleteI really like this upbeat piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurie! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kat, that's very nice of you :-)
ReplyDeleteThis poem accelerates and takes off as you read it. It feels and looks and works like an exponential curve (speaking as an engineer!).
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully true....love it! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie!
ReplyDeleteAn exponential curve! I love it! Thank you, poetry-diary!
ReplyDeletei love the flow of the rhyming words...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeannette! I must admit, It's great to see all these really nice comments :-)
ReplyDeletethis is a sweet piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jeanne! You're sweet :-)
ReplyDeletePure fun!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim!
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