if I could only manage it, to die
my life would be
complete. I know
that every moment on, from here
I'll bask in this
could only manage it, to stop
the world -
gone on without me
would be fine, I know. They'd get along
since I stayed, delayed
in hesitation, lingered,
convince myself, oh would you please?
This moment, slipped to memory,
is not the only one like this
that there could ever be, for me.
And I will find the cost
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.