I'm finally feeling fine about the closure
round my neck,
and I can breathe
a little freer, now I no longer expect -
and I can see
wide open futures, where before
it was just one.
I could just paint in anything,
except for what I want
because that's done.
I know - it wasn't we
who ruined us again.
If only I had seen what I could easily
so easy now it would have been
to keep your mind on this.
The fault's in the receiver - your telepathy was plain.
It's amazing what we'll do to keep the one we love
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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