Thinking Of A Deceased Polis Poet. Poem by john o'connell

Thinking Of A Deceased Polis Poet.



thinking of a deceased Polish poet.

days, weeks? ,
gone by -
stubbles,
beards appear
like weeds
in a garden;
the wash undone,
no clean clothes;
dirty dishes
suffocating
a small kithcen
space;
plants not watered;
post unanswered;
knocks on the door
ignored.

the poison
must first run
its course!

Sunday, February 14, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: deceased,plants
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