April Fools Poem by David Kowalczyk

April Fools

Rating: 4.2


Spring. A great yellow stain.
Forsythias burst and daffodils explode.
Swallows hurry back from Mexico
and are bitten by
the laughing snows of April.


Spring, the smile
of a ninety-year old man
who can't hear a thing you say
yet keeps talking to you nonetheless.


Spring and dreams
have that in common.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Bell 13 December 2008

Difficult to determine whether this treacle should be classified as jejune or as infantile....

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Greenwolfe 1962 18 August 2008

I thought the purpose and the meaning were clear enough given the title to make this a poem to recommend. The creativity does not add to the clarity but it demonstrates a focus on the meaning that was important. GW62

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Slobodan Polovina 13 August 2008

Suddenly, I feel nauseous. Very nauseous.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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