Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,549 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Perspectives - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Summer ends like a child of streams
The field resonant with hope
Life in the western dream
Good times

Autumn brings my first deaths
Beautiful memories
Mortality like a revelation
Regrets

I see the field in the winter
Vacant but the sun is bright
The world is a heavy disgusting place
I survive

Spring in my old age
She tells me of dreams with flowers
She already knows the world hurts
She asks, Can you hear the cardinals?

Topic(s) of this poem: hope


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 28, 2015



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