Joseph Narusiewicz

Bronze Star - 2,249 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

What Lasts - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Everything comfortable except your guts
Way inside these missive canyons
Purple authenticity
All these minions of antiques
Dappled by a need for purity

Her blood is pensive fire
The mirror shows a sea
Your hands of spring
Calmed by a small world
I can change so little

Stair way winds like a game
Trees and rivers
Clouds with fractal mystery
Blue gratitude
What lasts is the resurrection


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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