Today’s poem: “The Date Line”. Did you miss the previous poems? Check them out in my archives. Do you want to keep track of them as they come out? Subscribe in the box at right!
This was just a silly little idea that I had yesterday. I was relating to myself how everything would go on, when suddenly I realized that it would be a fun poem. Here it is:
The Date Line
I want to live near the International Date line,
where one island is Monday,
but the other’s still Sunday.
Then I’d take the boat,
just a quick 7-minute hop,
from Monday morning to Sunday morning
and eat waffles.
Or if it was the end of Sunday,
I’d go over and hang out for the new dawn of Sunday,
then at the end of Sunday there,
I’d ferry back and skip total Monday!
But let’s say the dentist has called me,
and I don’t like cleanings at all,
then I’d skip back to have an extra day.
Or perhaps I’ve got too full of a day,
but I still need a haircut.
Then I skip to the day before or day after,
and make an appointment thereof.
Or maybe its just before a holiday (or my birthday)!
Then I prepare on the latest island.
On the eve of that grand celebration,
I run back and get there a day earlier,
then skip to the previous day and live it again!
Who can say that each day happen once,
when I can go back and be there again?
Who says that time can’t speed up,
when I skip days for what I want most?
Pretty funny, isn’t it? I don’t know if there are enough doctors on the Pacific islands where the Date Line exists to do this, nor if I’ll be able to have two houses, but it’s still a fun idea. (I could also go live somewhere where half my house can be in one state and city, and the other can be in another state and city. “Where are the kids?” “Oh, they’re off in _____.” “All by themselves?!” “Yes. I’ll call them over. Kids!” Even better, I might even be able to land myself where two different time-zones exist.)
Don’t laugh too hard at this silly idea; you’ve got a fantastic dream, too, don’t you? Do you want to live where it snows every day? Or where there’s sun all the time? For the poetry challenge, explore that fictional location where you’d like to be and what you’d do there. Do you want to live somewhere where you float on the ocean? What would be really fun about it (to you)? What would you like to do as a joke? Write down your poem and save it! Post it on your blog if you have one! Post it on Facebook or Google+ if you feel like it! Keep it as you would a dark secret that if one knew could destroy all of humanity!
Don’t care if it’s possible or not, either!