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, February 02, 2021

L'unique

Her name is L'unique. 
(named after her mum!) 
Her friends call her L'ou. 

She's made a good sum. 

They see she is strong, 
and smartass and wise 
- with deftly-drawn difference
between on the fly, in her eyes,
and occasionally vocal tone. 

She mostly is deadpan, though.
Thick-skinned to the bone, selectively
invulnerable, and of sensitive bent  - unusually so.

So most people don't know how to take her.
In how she gives why, or even so far
as to ask. They resort desperately to rules 
they've made up to make her suit
some custom-fit case, so loose
and fast.  

Not because she's a threat!
Or imposing, badass.

Just 'cause she's L'unique. 
If you know her, you'd know.
Some truths shift and slip, and some
truths last. She plays hers to keep.  

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