THIS means you
I sit before a brilliant sheet of paper.
You are going to write a fine poem, I say:
This means you.
Left and right, I cast about;
The words elusive, will not show,
The clocks hands running
Fast and slow.
I sit and study, lean and blink;
Everything's asleep, I think.
Sun goes higher, sun goes down-
And look:... more »
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Patti Masterman Poems
A House Breathes Through Its Bones
A house breathes through its bones, Its summits sit like sentries; Though rafters decompose- It never denies entry.
Anti-Love Poem #1
When you've loved someone, As much as you're capable of, Just let them go. Even better, Don't write about them- ever.
A Dream For You
A dream for you And one for me; A mermaid's blue, A symphony,
A Bear Came To Dinner
A bear came to dinner; He ate before the bell, He didn't use his napkin, I am here to tell.
I am That
Behind the movies scenes, behind the protagonist's smiles, Beneath the orchestra's strings, back of the ticket booths, There is a message found in all of this; That this is the now, and you are here alive,
How The World Engraves Itself Upon Our B...
I do not know how one writes poetry or how bright stars shine only at night- Although there are theories to be found, in certain writings that say stars may be seen in the bottoms of the deepest wells
How Much Are Words Like Bridges
How much are words like bridges- Or fires, to cut a swathe, Some distances not traveled; Last stop, where love got off.
I think we were never strangers
I think we were never strangers- I think we were always friends; Standing shyly across the room Just waiting- to begin/
Big City Hospital
You go alone, inside the implacable stone buildings Made by machines and men's bric-a-brac dreams, You ascend to the stars, in the quiet elevator Watch the numbers increase, feel the small box leave.
Once I dreamed I awoke on a ship In my own special room, as she swayed and dipped I walk down the corridors, just like a queen Touching and seeing the things in my dream
Anger and Patience
Any time I don't understand something Or feel unhappy with the way things are going, Anger steps up, 'use me; let me help' And I used to give Anger a lot of free rein,
A Beakers Full of Love
Life is so mesmerizing The sky above- Bottomless, endless, unfathomable Impossible distances holding the secret of
A Beautiful Man's Mind
Underneath it all begins to ripple, beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon, the phosphorescent streets lost in rain while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds
He Stabbed Her with the Butter Knife
He stabbed her with the butter knife- Though other knives were better fit; For him there's no apology, And there's no doubt that he did it.
Quotationsmore quotations »
'''...all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.'''Bloom's soliloquy
''Sometimes when someone sings, you can catch a glimpse of their soul.. as it flies by...''P Masterman
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A House Breathes Through Its Bones
A house breathes through its bones,
Its summits sit like sentries;
Though rafters decompose-
It never denies entry.
Its ghosts lie in their beds,
Soft earth beneath their memory;
The shutters firmly closed-
The past seen only dimly.