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, July 31, 2019

an idyllic shriek in the dark night of poetry's composition

The yellow rope became an icy
cantaloupe beverage and was quaffed
by a thirsty zephyr. The moon

stood in the sky, looking sternly
on tides
it had not authorized.

You and me, and I
do not mean you and I.
It was you and me. We

stood overruling under whelming
stars, in a stillness and silence
unbroken by piercing cicadas
and night birdsong, and our own
inward screams of turmoil, over being
simply being,
the sheer anxious clash
and disorientation of being

in this poem, fortunately
over by the time our screams

faded.

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