A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, March 25, 2011

my time, wisely

my time, wisely
used
- means nothing,
to me. But the waste of it
pulls, like a blade
coming free

from the skin of my life
- then at night, sinking in
with a plunge, comes the knife

as the new days
begin.
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Tess Kincaid said...

You've described this feeling perfectly.

(my word verification was "ovensob" by the way)

March 28, 2011 at 6:29 AM

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