I have read only a few poems of you but for each, a best impression. Your pen seem to give me the canvas, the colors, draws the sketch than gifted me food for thought, your poems I have found to be seeds for infinite freedom, thank you!
Patti Masterman is among the few poets that I admire so much. She manages to surprise me with her bold also untamed intellect and perception. Her expression is laconic and accurate, often resembling soft velvet and often again a precision compass to portray and analyze with accuracy her multi dimensional themes. Patti belongs among the Great Classics and not many will ever receive this recognition from me.
Madame Patti has not written nearly enough poems, I expect about another 2000 from her! If she was to ever stop writing, a part of my heart would wither away. And so for the sake of myself, and those like me, I beg her to continue to shower the world with her talent and wit.
It isn't about the words, it's about things that words cannot describe, well known as feelings, and I think that when you can make people feel them using just the words you become a poet, like mademoiselle Masterman.
Patti's words flow like oxygen through the lungs and blood through the heart, bringing life, and the exhileration of living, to her grateful readers. The world is a bit better place thanks to her poetry.
So i randomly came across a poem you had commented on, what you said reminded me alot of something my dad would say so i decided to scope you out.
It probably doesn't mean much coming from a 17 year old but i really enjoyed reading your poetry!