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

coincidance

There wasn't much
that any one
could ever do
to be with you.

Just if the stars
spun courses out,
and if the fates
coincidance,

and if the two
caught in such paths
are such matched ones
as to be struck
aghast,
askance
in later years,
look back upon such slim threads
tangled tight -

how easily it would be done,
a near-miss passing chance
through life

- that's just about
the only way. That any two
could make you one.

It couldn't have been
forced, or even sought -
such games are rigged,

not won.

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