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?

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

incorrigible

She can't be believed
except by her acts,
and nobody sees these
harder than her. She

finds herself sole

in possession of all
she could say or could

think, that is good
to defer.

And better or worse
just don't seem to come in
to it. She can't seem to get

far enough off. Perspective
is everywhere, just the same

proportion is sticky
and growing soft.

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