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?

Friday, June 23, 2017

beyond count

Pinpricks in the sky,
Like budding cherry blossoms -
A lace made of light. Night pulls
covers over us, way way way out past
cities making wishes. A shooting star
hovers, one syllable over
in the otherwise straight line
of God's haiku

8 comments:

dogimo said...

The first five, seven five of this poem are STOLEN.

Mel said...

Not at all. They were a gift, like a blossom on a cherry tree.

dogimo said...

One time somebody gave me a kite with no strings attached.

Mel said...

Stringless kite adrift
Wanting nothing in return
Never to return

Mel said...

Also, I'll need your usual beautiful clarity to help me understand this!

Olbers's paradox

dogimo said...

Ready when you are!

dogimo said...

Stringless kite adrift
Wanting nothing in return
Never to return
like a freely-given gift

you've been secretly admired, and so
you trail along -
ever after under it, just
to spot some one.


dogimo said...

Hm. I don't appear ever to have made that "stringless kite" bit a poem of its own.

Remedied!