Patti Masterman Poems

There's a twenty carat moon
Shining from your eyes,
And morning's come too soon;
I can hear it in your sighs.
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I sleep in sadness;
Or else sadness weeps
Weary and diffident,
Around the world, entangled
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I can feel this consciousness;
That it's nowhere, and yet it feels local:
It's not in the rocks or the soil, the trees
Or the sky; it goes where I go
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I can get Claustrophobe
From a single diode
Winking at my eye
What's my reason why?
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Sad, beautiful days
Embrace me, from some stranger land
Than told to truth, beneath a sniper's moon.
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A reckoning, was the waste of loving you;
Whose heart was otherwhere, who's eyes
Could never resist a new, stunning view.
My solitary hovering as innocuous as a bee,
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On the worst days, I repeat ridiculous mantras
To salve my skittered soul, in a kind of muttered prose of peace,
Giving the frantic mind it's small, measured buffer of nonsense,
Because otherwise I can't breathe, and eating's no fun either
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Stop writing poetry
I order myself-
The house is a mess
It's causing distress
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Even dead poets need some credit
For words well done, no matter how long
Ago they enchanted, don't take it for granted
For saying their name, other folks
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News Flash-
I could live anywhere
I could love anyone
It doesn't have to be here; now
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