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?

Sunday, November 28, 2021

sum empathy

We only want to kill what once
we held and loved as best in us
when consequence held few rewards.
It’s odd the ways we seek to even scores.

It isn’t odd to want. To try, to make the sum
come out. The sun come out, not go away,
but life - was never running sums, or balancing
except by means and ends that we ourselves
have run as cons.

No comments: