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, December 28, 2019

post-end sequence

At the end of the movie
during the credits, I
used to make up what
the characters did
for the rest of their
life. It was always
nice. The events
of the film were an interlude

an exceptional stretch
- aberrant, some fluke -
and then they'd settle in
to be undestroyed,
to process what happened
and bloom to what's next

living sequels off-genre
until their deaths

harassed and annoyed,
frustrated, fulfilled
no car chases, plane crash
and scant blood spilled, no
harrowing action or death
-daring leaps, for the very

most part, until
their decease.

It was good, passing on
with these friends we'd made
It was nice to move on, knowing
they too moved.

That no matter how deep
we're immersed in a tale, this story
has far different parts
and set pieces in play, waiting
winging to prove or improve - it's not all
of one piece,
or mood.

What's to come
is another crew's work
from behind the scenes. As we sit

in a darkened theater, the future

is staged all directions,
in case we pop in
to find what it means,
until we are done.

And others sit dreaming
what's next for us. It's nice
to move on, with these friends
we'd made. It's worth all the price

of admission, but just.

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