Joseph Narusiewicz

Veteran Poet - 1,663 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Wicker Chairs - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The painter rode his bike to his empty canvass
Summer kissed the mind with old hope
He splattered violet and yellow and blue
Even the graveyard blossomed

Curtains opened
Fruit in the bowl
Rain in the birdbath
Color fills the opaque heart

Wicker chairs on the green grass


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014


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