Off and away,
often at sea -
Sometimes I'll find
what you meant to me.
Out in the wastes,
off in the wild,
I'll hear the coo
of our thoughts' lovechild
Things never done
and things never born
are hard to bear up under
through these storms,
but gardens and groves
we'd planted in mind
- still I do tend
and bear fruit,
sometimes.
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?
Monday, October 11, 2021
Often away
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