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, October 28, 2022

old awe

I mean "awesome"
in the old ways.
Awe

is dread and wonder

poured dense and bright
in molten form to alloy.

What tools we pour and pull
and draw and cool and beat
and shape of it cannot deploy.

For ever we
stand back in wonder’s glow,
to see
such point
and shining weight,
and keenest edge,

dreading leaden
heart or head it
could destroy. 

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