Remembering the sound of the ocean
rolling to shore;
I inhale dawn’s breeze
remember the full moon,
peeking through the neighbor’s oak
last night, when I took the trash out:
I hear the wind’s song; I miss the beach,
the hot sand, cold salt water, and the tide.
Form: Etheree is a 10-line poem with the following syllable count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 can be reversed, doubled, tripled and so on.