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?

Sunday, August 23, 2020

let's bushcraft this

So it looks like rain.

Let's bushcraft this.
That means let's slap up
a dirty contrivance of bark
and hide.

Inviting biting commentary
from absent critics, or just
those in mind
rushing
to a rollicking
sporting upon it
like some two-fronted
beast all-out and plunging,
swiving, cunning, maneuvering
in a display more cheek, more check
perhaps than mate, but meet
and by no means
moot

How we match up and fall
down back behind, catching
in sparks, jolts, heroic spurts,
gushing into and over each,
devising the other by
astonishing means

finally

grasping and gasping
out our courses in cusses
and other such slips of tongue,
unmeant yet much carried and
renewing the puzzle of both
together stunned, flummoxing
in spasms aghast, appalled

at what we made. What's been called

"a tent"
suitable only
for what people do

intense

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