Parsimonious Poem by David Kowalczyk

Parsimonious

Rating: 4.7


This word beats its tiny fists
against your ears
with an eternal sorrow.


It makes fruit rot on
the vine, vegetables wither
and animals turn blind and deaf.


It should only be whispered.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonny Rainshine 24 December 2007

Strong images, inventive vocabulary, and unique subject. Nice work.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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