Just like a sigh,
or a lightning flash,
today becomes the past.
Still, no matter how we try,
We will leave ripples in our wake,
to touch on the shores of joy or strife.
It’s just part of life’s journey we partake.
So Journey well my friends!
Note here that I used the form to mimic the wake behind a boat.
An Etheree is a poem that focuses on syllable count and structure. It is meant to be centered and to form a nice triangle. There are 10 lines. The syllable count increases from 1 ton 10 as each line is added.