Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,751 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Muse Of Midnight - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Liberty in your poetry
Characters like brush fires
We are the supple forests of summer
We have lost our mirrors
We see the edge
Reach for my tender words
Reach for the late night verse
Ruins of castles along the river
Portraits thru fires
Out of the hands of symbiotic collectors

Hand creams and tears
Old photos
First love by the sea
Cold nights without his arms
No going back
Going back to church
Going back to loneliness
I see you my darling
I see you pruning the spring garden
I will always read your poetry

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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