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?

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

coincidence is

Coincidence is fate, we two 
were bound to disagree on this, 
plus any other area nonoverlap 
between exists.

But where we were by nature,
essence, inclination bound
to find and come together,
share, agree: coincidence is
quite a different kind. 

For so we coincide. In place, 
in time, in angle, view - I see 
that I could never help but find
within wherein with you. Where we
have chanced to coincide,

and so agree. Perchance exult,
or stray.

It is as if coincidence
was only always just the way. 

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