Incremental Poetry ~ 74 Lines

Nothing New

There really is nothing new
under the sun

the things we do for fun
walking on the beach
hand in hand
kicking up the sand
looking for shells
sensing new smells
visiting the bakery
when the ‘hot now’ light is on
when the day is gone
curling up together
in each other’s arms
feeling safe and secure
though not always sure
about tomorrow
giving no thought
having no care
daring to dare
and wish
and dream
and hope
we live to breathe
we breathe to live
we often give
out of our nothingness

cherish the light
flee from the fright
that would paralyze us
embrace the night
drink in the day
let the sun warm us
let the clouds drop their rain
let the storm rage
let the wind blow
for all we know
this could be our last day

this could be our last day
for all we know
let the wind blow
let the storm rage
let the clouds drop their rain
let the sun warm us
drink in the day
embrace the night
that would paralyze us
flee from the fright
cherish the light

out of our nothingness
we often give
we breathe to live
we live to breathe
and hope
and dream
and wish
daring to dare
having no care
giving no thought
about tomorrow
though not always sure
feeling safe and secure
in each other’s arms
curling up together
when the day is gone
when the ‘hot now’ light is on
visiting the bakery
sensing new smells
looking for shells
kicking up the sand
hand in hand
walking on the beach
the things we do for fun

under the sun
there really is nothing new


Copyright © 2021 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Welcome to my series, Incremental Poetry, where each week the featured poem will be one line longer than the one I share the week before. I have no idea how long I’ll keep this up, so we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for stopping by.

Scansion:
Forward-Backward Poetry

The only rule here is that the poem must make sense when read either forwards or backwards.
It may be any length, have rhyme or not, rhythm or not, meter or not… you get the picture. I chose to drop a little rhyme here and there, but I didn’t really have a pattern.


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