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, January 14, 2022

the loathsome

Loathsome and wise, 
fearsome and fierce, 
fulsome and fond:
I am three of these things. 
I can never be more 
than three things at once. 
Or maybe I could,
but who the hell wants 
to juggle five things 
or even, four? When 
being wants only 
what's been before.
What's mastered 
habitually to puissance. 
So: generally three 
is the most, at once. 

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