Silent Motion Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Silent Motion
Traces of a riverbed
A wilderness of self
Slow unemotional branches
Passion seems like a conclusion
I await for you like a camel
My contentment interrupted by guilt
Beautiful woman like a cardinal
Cognitive recognition gets old
Defined by the past like a dream
Come visit me in my logical womb
The counselor looks at her watch
Another day of silent motion
Impressive workmanship, Joseph...Crisp, tight structural movement throughout...despair comes in a potpourri of conditions...You coverage was succinct yet quite compendious...~FjR'18~
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4/29/2024 4:26:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Joseph, the message is loud and clear...10+++