Patti Masterman Poems

I try to imagine all of my chrysalides
Over hill and dale, and in the far distance,
Sun gleaming on bright, fledgling wings
As they spread and take to the sky;
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And so comes Fall, with secret passwords
That only the flying leaves could know,
Little apparitions and witches,
Padding across ripe apple groves..
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I construct universes
Behind your eyes;
Towering worlds,
Above which you rise.
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One woman blew her brains out,
and another I knew personally
quit sleeping, at the menopause.
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Mankind's the child of further dreams
Than even this old earth has seen,
As children learn the grownups ways
The earthlings find the words to say.
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Goodnight we say, although the stars
Do not put out their lamps at dusk,
As sun goes round a bending curve,
A half a world away, because-
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Legs in the air
The crest of the wave
The water of a spark
The song of a heart
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Why do the old scowl; is it because
every day is just the same to them,
and their tasks all seem so thankless?
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Anything laughs when there's something can't-
Can't quite do what the others can;
And something hides when there's nothing there-
There wherever, was once a man.
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I always like to save a few messages,
A few 'Dear John' letters that I've received over the years,
Whether only telepathically, or in written word.
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