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?

Wednesday, November 16, 2022

mismanagement

I heard roses
used to smell so sweet,
and red delicious was, but
bred for durability and appearance
they lost their innate virtues. Some
roses do smell sweet. So sweet. As to
red delicious, I say call it something
else.

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