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?

Tuesday, August 13, 2019

inviolate

The line

around self is absolute,
and ought to be inviolate.
Because it's not the prettiest hue,
(indigo might be) but it's
a better fit. Above, beyond
we shade into invisible. Ghost-lit,
our stains and whites aglow,
and higher still, x-rayed to bone
revealing something miserable.
But underneath, within that line
sit all the colors beautiful,
'til we hit red. Below, beneath
we rise and surge in furies,
freak and pound and burst
from groin to heart to head
in urge by instinct cursed,
keyed-up and beaten down
until we have become

divisible.

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