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!
ReplyDeleteI think whoever wrote the original, "She sells seashells ..." would be very pleased with your "spin" on this.
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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