Dear, Anne, you know,
ever since I read that whole, it
was more than a book, compendium
I have been lost
in such a rut
of confessional poem. Mine,
alas don't confess
anywhere near as many things done.
But in religion at least, at least
in mine, what you haven't done, you can burn
just as much over. So I feel
pretty well safe there.
What's missing? In mine,
I mean. Yours
But of course, unlike you
I cannot write a poem
while I menstruate.
It's not clear whether this
should be considered
I can't very well tell,
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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