Joseph Narusiewicz

Gold Star - 6,521 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Wounds - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

your bosom of iron sea
nothing touches me like you
your wealth of joy
your teasing smile
wisdom has gentle lips

delicate hands touch the past
for the past is dangerous
you go there with closure
blessed are the peace makers
you take it slow

thank you for not opening wounds


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 28, 2013


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