Papaya Dreams Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Papaya Dreams



Her flowered scarf is old
She is the fishing village
Open market by the banyan tree
Recluse on an island of peace
No Gauguin and his syphilis
Ideals of Rembrandt’s jewels
Salads of organic gardens
Alaskan mountains
I hear the rain
Fragrance of grass
Purity of a cotton shirt
Violet and lilacs
Walk the road to town
No clocks
Wood bowls and spoons
The breeze from the sea

Nap on a hammock
Wicker hats
Lanterns and candles
A game of cards
Swimming
Waves and the tide
A storm
The wind
Lovers are ancient beads
Moonlight on the coral reef
Docks on a bay of blue
Poetry looks over the elegant cliff
She moves like a muse of pomegranates
Streams in the welcome morning sun
Mahi Mahi made with banana leaves
Her scarf of papaya dreams

Papaya Dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Theodora Onken 30 June 2015

Hey Joe. How's yours and Karen's sanity? Mine is fine.

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Theodora Onken 29 June 2015

Hey Joe. Hows your 's and Karen's sanity? Mine is just fine.

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it doesn't sound like it, you can talk to me....

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whose Karen? I'm happy to hear from you...

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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