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, August 10, 2019

"charmed I'm sure"

Of all
of the men
in the universe, I
am the one with the
weakest curse. The
brightest dim to the
widest depths: a surface
of infinite shallowness
it's a birth defect
of decrypted code
just lucky I guess
I don't even know.
Don't ask how it is
I believe I've seen
the eyes are the windows
of soul gone green. You're
mistaken, there though. This
is no picnic. More like a buffet
for the ants, hand-picked - and you
dear and I are the caterers. All these
things that we planned, but there was
something

else

we forgot to do first.

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