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, April 10, 2020

precis sans thesis

So, I want to write a poem that starts
"I'm late to the hate parade as usual"
and then it's like, the guy (the speaker)
is always coming too late to the hate
bandwagon - by the time he starts using
the insulting buzzwords they've all been
demonized, dropped en masse - he looks
like a tool! "Why" he wonders "can't
I get on board in time, back in the glory
days of a given hate, during the free
and easy acceptance phase?"
and then it would make some point.

Thing is, this
would be a pretty minor poem. A gem!
Maybe, but nothing to hang your hat on. Who
hangs their hat on a gem, arguably? Weird gem -
and that's just what I'd be shooting for. A weird
gem.

But the unpleasantness of the subject matter
- hate - that's a hard dodge to pull off
without people getting offended like
they will anyway, despite it's pretty clear
whatever. Is the risk worth it for a weird gem?

I guess in the end these are the kinds of question
we'll all have to measure ourselves by. Do you
sacrifice your principles and chicken out? Or forge
ahead boldly on a venture of dubious value because
you don't know how to, and finding out seems
like half the whole point?

Anyway, just a little insight/update
on the creative process,
unspooling apace

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