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, April 11, 2021

poetry bound

Never this year has one slim
volume of poetry captured so
eloquently the aching loss
of the poet's mind. The pinch
across the neck that tightens
as you fight it, your own  
heartstrings ripped from 
your gasping breast 
for use as garotte. 
You will break 
free
from the separate holds 
of these poems
only by a desperate, 
twisting, flailing lunge
and vow: If he ever tries
that again I'll kill him! Reader:
he does it to everyone. And: 

you are the one who will.   

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