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

Procedure.

Loose and lossy, slipping 
down the focus
drifts, and
tightening. I know 
this shot. Just what this play's
about, but let's just share the scene 
and trade such lines there are, 
pre-written out and memorized, 
to improvise. It's called 'ad lib.' 

You taught me how. There's been 
such lessons in your eyes, and thankfully 
your lips, as well. And always just
the same. Yet always such surprise
to find they way that you improve
such cares without such pains
as others use. Your tongue 
would stick so fast, instead of

slip for all the world. You shape
such truths 
you speak to last. What's left

unspoken yet, if it
is good, I know it's kept 
for later to unfurl.

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