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.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, November 04, 2017

caveat ball

Bear in mind, here and there
are a few experiences that I know
are horrid. Whether planned to be,
for some perversion of purpose, or simply
standing in evidence
of failed experiments - horrid. See, bear witness,
- testify if you like! Question the questionable! Indict,
seek some form of closure if such sickly cliche
can comfort, assuage, and then

move on,

regardless of whether you've recovered yet. Moving on
isn't what happens when justice is satisfied
finally, it happens when the last fleck of gristle
is gnawed from the bones of your never-
to-be-forgiven and convicted,

innocent

accused.

Now -
how do you feel now, miss
carriage of justice,
with your horses newly-shod
and footmen, or would they be
mice?

This Cinderella tale
is destined to have a happy ending,
but
isn't this nice? It's gone
off the rails, by the wayside and baby,
I love your wayside but you
should have known better -
as the deep-stuck shards run with blood
from your very soles: never

breakdance in glass shoes

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