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?

Sunday, June 02, 2024

Circus Lights From Back, Afar

The smoke and circling
spots dance foully vile
in memory a while
but

Just-so, too-too kiddie
stuff.

I beat their meat and métier,
then circled triply-back about
to force their foible with my
bluffing rapier and foil forte
combo, easy as killing

pie.

Yet note! But soft: what’s been
awry since ’twixt this Post-Submission’s
Blues? Formatting issue! Here, is one

a hunnert-’cent intended. None.
Not dealt deliberate, mind you: intended.

Sit and Listen True, for you’d be only Fool
to find untrue where term hath skewered
each: Deliberate means “going in.”

Intended is at one stroke: forever in
consequence. Try aim. It’s way, weigh
and deep-away more focus and drive
than “try” e’re was,

or could be, ‘cuz. 

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