Whatever intent
you may have meant,
all your act and your acts,
your statements and asks,
were wholesome and tart
and punchy, and pure. I've
known you in moments
that couldn't be
any more
sure.
At least, until you
say so. Or do
one of your sweet
gesture shows, or show
some side that I have
not seen
my idea of you can explode
anything
including itself
as the surface cracks
in jagged zigzag
and arc, to collapse
from the light streaming through
all the gaps that should be
and were, in conception of you
to me - then poof! THE EXVANISHMENTS
you appear, idea and all
made wholesome sphere
just a little bit larger without
a crack - because everything fit
in the light you gave back
and it all made sense, once
I'd thought of it. Once
you cued me by such
surprises and fits.
You just recohere.
It was always you.
I knew you were more,
soon as I knew you.
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, October 15, 2021
appearance > perception
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