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?

Tuesday, August 16, 2022

peopling

I people myself 
with loves gone bye.
They're here with me 
killing me 'til I die, 
to bring things to life. 

I people myself with
lives come near. They're
taking my life through
its paces dear, to bring 
things right.  

I people myself, people
people me. And I people
them right back. We can
see even now from here,
we shall cease to be. But
before we do,

let's be. 

Just we, 
you and I 
peopling up 
some us between,
'til the day we bye
or die. We'll 
have been.  

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