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, February 02, 2020

hard horrible knocks

If the head 
took the knocks 
and the blows 
and the beatings 
the heart has habitually 
kept to itself, concussion 
would not even need diagnosis. 
It either would have killed us 
off in the nest, or else 
we'd survive 
by evolving a skull
much more cushioned 
and meshed with supporting 
webs - which exists
to degrees, but nothing like what 
we would need
if our brains
had our heart's kind 
of guests. 

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