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?

Thursday, March 23, 2023

wayfinder means

You cannot get lost on the way, 
if it's yours. But you cannot "find 
self" any way explored, sought, 
searched in discovery, far deep 
out wide. 

It was already there,
the moment it wasn't enough
already, right 
here, 

now 

inside. 

For this self
you die seeking
in days by degrees 
is only the way that you 

look. 
Dude, please.

You already knew self 
to the full, bawl one. 

It's a matter of kidding 
yourself you aren't won. 

And every tick thence,
and all seconds since 
are always strike two. 

Stand in now. 
Don't flinch

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