I know my mind to the enth degree - but not
to the zeeth degree. You see, the zeeth degree
is the enth knocked sprawled. It's the very
last letter whose name you call, and the very
last letter to variable by
- take the enth degree,
but knocked on its side.
All that vast enth extent,
laid out all skewed.
- both suitably enlightened
and humbled, one hopes,
by the view.
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. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.