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, December 26, 2014

beyond burned

A heart is a mountain made out of wood.

With roots that stretch
to the depths of the earth.

And we hate and we fear
that we'll ever get burned,

as our heart stands,
inflammable, waiting
its turn. Waiting its test,


as an infinite fuel
awaits its birth.. 

It will burn forever and never run out.
The thing in my nature that makes me
your man, 
and leaves me no doubt,
is the end and all
of the 
things

That I am.

And it will not learn
nature dies,

but it will not learn.

beyond burned

A heart is a mountain made out of wood,
With roots that stretch
to the depths of the earth.

And we hate and we fear
that we'll ever get burned,
As our heart stands,
 inflammable,

waiting its turn. As an infinite fuel
awaits its birth.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Wander

Planets will shine with a steady light.
Too much in the sun 
to see anything
any less bright.

Stars will t
winkle and wink at us,
because they know the universe 
is not empty. 

As dawn comes on, Venus 
is shorn of all her symbolism,
sure as this i
s Christmas morn.
And it is

cold.
But I
at least am warm
for this time of year, and
dressed to be born.

Is there anything left

to cross these vast gaps?

In a world made new each
year and night, where
 the star
you see twinkle so merrily,
easily - may have died
dead ages ago, and you
too 
will die.

Having hung your most desperate
wish 
upon it. Too late 

for either of you. 

Just take the light 
you get by eyes. 

Let the mind behind 
tie it bright to bind 
'til you wonder no 
more:

be a wanderer. 

You might as well may, 
as if 
you could see. 
Here's Venus 
again. 

Say hi to her.