Serendipity Poem by David Kowalczyk

Serendipity

Rating: 4.9


Constantly fingering a rosary,
murmuring Hail Marys in Spanish,
this word has silver skin, and
can make itself invisible


Free and fickle as the dawn,
this word's eyes are mangoes
about to fall from the tree.
A star made of snow, it
becomes silk when spoken.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Gordley 11 February 2008

This one has particular charm. Thanks again for bringing new life to some words which I have always considered friends.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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