Some snowflake you are
ten stories wide and gigantically
descending to crush this gingerbread city
englobed in glass, special
and unique, like the end of every world
always is. In some higher dimension,
the lovely cataclysm you bring
will be stocked, shelved and sold,
a commemorative paperweight
in a tchotchke shoppe. They will lift
and shake it up, but reenactment
can't cancel the event. You drift,
special and unique, uniquely,
simply every single one of you
different, crashing down, crushing
delightfully, implacably you,
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.