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

there are no such diamonds

Look,
I'm in crisis here.

A crisis is defined
by Michael Crichton
in a book made later
into a truly dreadful
movie as "a situation
previously tolerable,
which has been rendered
intolerable by the addition
of a new factor" or words
to similar precise effect, and
I'm having a really hard
time identifying
the new factor.

It's not freaking
me out, but
I feel like
it should be.

The mind makes real
what the body feels,

or the converse
can also be true,
of course. But

Somewhere
surely
there must have been
there has to have been
a situation previously
tolerable. If I could

find that

I'd be confident.
I could work from there,
sure in assumed certainty,
and cool in a crisis

that I'd say
was pretty
much made
for me.

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