Every
t h i n g
you
hold in mind
as you pick up
offhand to find
it is about just
so much else
unfurls in curls
to stretch itself
and radiates
in immanent,
transcendent shade
and light.
Penumbra, emanate:
out far in deep!
Through depths
unplumbed,
distance outstretched.
No rule of thumb,
no paradigm criterion.
Uncritically, we think
so dumb
in instinct, patterns
recognize
our interest in
how they arise,
and complimented,
actualize
in arcing lines,
horizon spans
enfolding worlds
of all the things,
untouched by hands
this
one
of each and every
thing
unplans, holds fast - if thought
would just recall -
how much it spans.
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?
Thursday, October 14, 2021
uncalled but there
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