I feel almost giddy with delight that I have made it to the last week!
Today’s prompt (which you can read here) was to write a poem for an occasion. Apparently, they are called occasional poems…
Eighteen, twenty-one, the big-five-oh;
a useless count of birthdays, decades;
you can’t fillet those slippery years
into weddings, proms, Bank Holidays.
Stop rotating through Wimbledons,
Cup Finals, the National: however grand,
they won’t stop life’s salt-swift flow
through your wide open hand.
Count moments instead
if you want to feel it pass.
Be present, stay in time.
Count here. Now. Count this.
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