my bloody sword's
asleep and no
it hasn't been put
in its sheath I just
let the blood, just
oxidize
let this corrosion keep
because
if I should have
to draw
if I should
have to strike, the blade's
very significant length of edge is
polished sleek and cute
to keen
in any moment, date
or year of any month
or holiday, and rust
is one hell
of envenoming
or so I've read, and
so they say
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?
Saturday, January 06, 2024
my bloody sword
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