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

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 

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