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?

Friday, February 28, 2020

impress of teeth

We only bite the hand that feeds
no other hand comes close.
For texture, flavor, delicacy
- the one we love the most
is always just the one we'll bite.
Four out of five mouths
all agree. If not in words,
exact, precise - at least
in teeth, the marks we leave
so nice to see.

2 comments:

Mel said...

All the better to feed you bread with.

dogimo said...

Sometimes the hand is more delicious than what it's trying to feed you. In cases like this, the saying is suspended.