A Gentle Soul Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

A Gentle Soul



Life is a season
Life is a candle blowing out
You tell me to call
Poems of innocent loams
I am healed of crusades
Show me your sweetest flowers
Islands cleared of tribes
Love over a gracious meal

Your garden like birth
Lift up the essential
Desire the simple, the quiet
The world is a cheater
Will you leave the gang?
Under the utopian peach tree
She holds my hand
A gentle soul with pretty eyes

Friday, December 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pear
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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