As correspondents,
we partake in shining gift
of perfect fit and no mistake.
For all misgiving that we find,
we just assume the other had
for their part no misgift in mind,
and open eyes correctually (no need
to open mind or heart) (at this late date!).
As we respond, we question thus and such
of we that rose in us, as bother, fuss
or wonderstuff - and so,
await the brave reply. We know
surprise inevitable, but also know
surprise will fit in by degrees
to make ideas whole. We only ever have
idea of someone we know. But by and by
in leaps, betimes - we know each
corresponsible.
So who owns this? The blame, the gift,
the credit we uplift to shine? Appears
to be an accident. Okay. Let's call it
both. Yours,
mine.
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?
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
corresponsive
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