The sea poured rain into a meadow
of flowers and grass which were all
equally weeds: casual and unofficial
wild growth in rank and riotous waves.
Springy, hovering, twitch and sway
at the slap and spray of wet. Verdant
and fecund in shades of dark green,
deep green, straw, and millions of colors.
The sky drew off to far onshore, having
slaked its reverse thirst, leaving the sun
all over. Far out to
sea,
another sky drank deep of invisible
steam swelling upwelling in blinding
white tumescence,
thirsty
for some gaping meadow full
of damp stank growing dry,
like a mouth
thirsty
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, January 03, 2023
up wants down needs
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