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?

Thursday, November 21, 2019

all smiles now,

antidotes
and curatives
serums and panaceas
all smiles now, we're
almost free

we're out of danger now,
it was
like something's meant to be

and your fever's broken.
Gathering the pieces,
I lave your forehead
with a clean rag soaked
in lemon water, cold
then cool

I wipe your never
troubled brow

and bless myself for a fool
of little faith
to have worried, now.

And finally I
have stopped hallucinating.
All I see is you,
and you

are everywhere

just the way I know you are,
without again
a care.

No comments: