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?

Thursday, April 30, 2020

meteoric

She came down in flames,
having never been shot
and put herself out
where no one could see.
It was only enough
to be seen by the world
burning bright streaking down
as if she'd been hit -
She was just flying free
into gravity well
because it felt good
to plummet for once
to hurtling, fall
consumed by fire,
returning to earth
just as if it was hell.

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