Counting

I am counting minutes till I can count hours-

counting seconds and sips of cheap coffee.

I rush to count raindrops and snowflakes-

counting soap bubbles and chipped white plates.

I am counting door-slams till I can count none-

counting boxes and cookie-cutter smiles on lips.

I drag my feet to count heart beats and words-

counting breaths and unfamiliar footsteps.

I am counting months till I can count dollars-

counting tears and second-hand memories.

I run to count dewy morning glories and clouds-

counting faces and old deep woodland ravines.

Counting, counting.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words and thoughts. It seem all we do is count. I liked your thoughts and the logic in the poetry. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Alfred Kukitz]

i’m prone to a repetition in my own head. your counting and counting reminded me of me. how does it go?
what should we count first?

regards,
al

[Kelly Scheppers]

The repetition of those three words pays attention to great detail for your reader to enjoy. A most clever piece, Anna!

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

The counting is what counts- being present and here and taking all in- then we see what we so easily miss- what a wonderful poem making us realise we need to give more attention to small details and appreciate everything no matter how big or small- wonderful words🌹

[Diane]

Counting to pass time by. All in the numbers. Very well done.

[guy drori]

The repetition of the word 'counting' definitely adds depth, and gives a certain flow to the piece. I like it :)