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?

Monday, January 08, 2024

redeaux

Generally I'm shot
boom ROCK from the bottom
of mah heart ricochet
off the top
of my head, drop
down SPRING-BOARD! off
the tip of my tongue
double-twist
triply-lindy to PLOOSH
KER-PUNK break PLASHLESS
through the surface of
/in the (specific
one-to-one) conversation's

pool,

OR
SMACK
SMASH SMOOSH
KER-PLOOP
crunch
SQUISH
if the pool
level wasn't filled
up to spec as one
wished. 

The "pool" in
this case:

(being) some rapport;
some mutual knowing
devoutly fished, or 
wanted or at any 

rate achieved: between two

as it always was,
is. 

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