Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,295 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Another Chance - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Creative joy sires golden children
Golden moments
You are the apex of women
Horses in the wild wind gallop
Serenades of crystal bonds

We are the tides of summer
All the threads woven by love

Repent for my insensitivity
Death has leveled the brave armies
Breach the walls of pride
Now I am just another lonely man
You have filled the gap

I am given another chance

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Comments about Another Chance by Joseph Narusiewicz

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/26/2017 9:25:00 PM)


    Congrats on being selected for the day...... (Report) Reply

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  • Christina Simmons (1/26/2017 2:04:00 PM)

    Another Chance:
    Do I detect regrets? ? ? Pleased you've been given a second chance. (Report) Reply

  • Clarence Prince (1/26/2017 9:07:00 AM)


    'Repent for my insensitivity'
    And so should we all, repent!
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  • Muzahidul Reza (1/26/2017 6:36:00 AM)


    We are the tides of summer, nicely written, thank you for sharing the poem with us (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (1/26/2017 6:22:00 AM)

    Another Chance
    The last stanza explains what this poem is about. Just as well for the rest of it is disjointed. More coherence is needed. In fact, a rewrite. It may actually work as lyrics for a song. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/26/2017 4:16:00 AM)

    tom allport
    a clever poem saying thanks for being given a second chance, in life's trance? (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/26/2017 4:13:00 AM)

    Love and life
    With Golden Moments. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (1/26/2017 3:47:00 AM)


    I think I kind of have a feel for what this poem is trying to convey, but I am so irretrievably lost by a few of the lines that ultimately I'm left shaking my head in frustration. Serenades of crystal bonds? ? ? I have no idea what to do with this. Is bonds a verb or a noun here? Either way, I guess the idea is something about glittering, precious, hard-but-brittle beauty praised in some unclear relation(ship) . We are the tides of summer? ? ? Both ebb and flood? Honestly, I'm not sure what the emotive take-away is supposed to be here, except by extrapolating from the next line. Some kind of intermingling give and take, I suppose. And in the next stanza, who needs to do the repenting? The author or someone addressed by the author? The brave armies of the next line? Where did they come from, anyway? The distant lands of metaphor? I never heard them coming, an army of stealth no doubt. Are the armies the entity breaching the wall, or not? I hope not, because two lines later you are in the breach, the gap, in the wall. Or is that some other gap?

    I'll tell you what, how about if the author is given another chance at a rewrite? This is too much of a mess inside the author's head and not enough of it got out cleanly on the page for me to be much moved by it.
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  • Kim Barney (1/26/2017 2:22:00 AM)


    Congratulations for having this poem selected as Member Poem of the Day! (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/26/2017 2:08:00 AM)


    Yeah, death makes every one equal. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 4, 2012


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