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.

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but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

marine layer

In the sun,  
right now - rising
somewhere. Setting
somewhere else,
too - a glow of rose-gold 
is hung, suspended in straps
and bolts of cirrus and stratus clouds, 
over the ocean on a cool blanket
of wind and spray: a hammock
for us, or for anyone else. There,
Always,
even on the cloudiest days
- rise higher! Up and away
it awaits, stretched from each yesterday
to every today, hung still
in every dusky morning,
and as each night dawns,
swung,
flung,
held

in the restless,
motionless thrill
of your sleeping form
in my aching arms.

Or
if not, then still:

a dream of someone,
asleep in a bed
of sun.  

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