Meditations Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Meditations



Ocean made of a sweet saxophone
The golden horns of stars
Everything simple gleans with eternity
A few lines of a drawing and you have soul

Wood is divine
The past in the abstract now
Lamps with roses
Carpets woven like deserts

Cadence like a forest
Creation is born
Music is truly spiritual
Moods, moons, rings

Meditations of the coming glory

Meditations
Friday, April 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: serenity
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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