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.
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
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