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?

Friday, May 22, 2020

Is is what's left of was.

Is is what's left of was.

Is was. Whatever is, was already.
There is nothing new, just
things still with us. Took
new form, maybe. Grew, changed

and remained. Like you

used to be grains and beef
and sweet fruits, fresh local honey
and mother's milk, and look now how you
turned out. Like me

I used to be hoagies and Cokes
and puppy dogs' tails, and now
I am only the wag.

Like us

We used to be
something that was. And now

we are only two things
that are. We are

what is left of us

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