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, August 01, 2020

the delver

She fell asleep in his arms,
and passed right through
and into him, and the bed
was like a swimming pool
of inky black.

She spread out into it
and stretched as colors came
in round, from back
behind, made scenes
of where she'd never been
in years -

- she waited there to find
what she came for. The sky
had cleared. The details
set. She looked around
for him, in case
he'd be a part of it
tonight. He wasn't there,
so she sat down in grass

to look some more. The grass
was wet, the light
amazed. The world was
new. Let's

drift ashore,
and stray.

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