Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,688 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Grandfather Clock - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Banished like ivory with no blood
Gray swamps in Manchester crowds
Bits and pieces of the new stained glass
Now I am one of the lost

We gather together frozen in life
T S Elliot was too cold for me
Yes the “Ice man comes”
Sleep, the old photos have eyes

Someone lights a candle
We see we are all alike
Do you really believe in prayer?
We all stare at the grandfather clock

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 4, 2014

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