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, January 20, 2019

oldest soul

Whenever she fell,
it was some kind of world-record
and she hit so light,
there wasn't even a crater
but the world was affected,
as much as she's not.
And no one could hate her.
Wherever she steps,
the whole damn planet
is that much lighter

from the lift it gets
under her firm tread

as she's lifting it up
and rolling it over
step by step running
to see what's next.

She's gone off ahead,
again, I suspect. She's been
all around and around,
forever or close enough

for government work,
or to win a match
to settle some bet.

But when she came down,
it was not for nothing

apparently it was just
for some jerk.

He must be some catch
to have caught her eye

from top of the highest cloud in the sky

over all the earth.