Patti Masterman Poems

Each day to wed life new again:
From morning star to fervent moon,
First breath of the waking eyes-
And cast off silver shoes.
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Breathing in your face, it's nearness always a distraction:
And once you found out, that you had to go on existing
And could not avoid becoming an Ego, an Identity;
You were terror stricken, realizing you had somehow missed the lesson
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Have to find a few truths now
At day's end; if all's not well
Still have my few words, to tell:
Will stop fogging all your mirrors
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You, the invisible country
I have only read about;
Me, the half-veiled truth
That your words would rout.
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You should be more suspicious of words
That can take you by the hand; lead you astray,
Along circuitous routes, to who knows where:
Even if you've opened up your mind, your heart,
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Because I want you so desperately
When frustrated, I can completely let go of you
Blow you a kiss; and ride away like the wind,
Too wounded to stick around longer, for any dregs
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The ship of my words is sinking;
The book of my days, deluged.
My remaining hours are shrinking
With the weight of the cargo, huge.
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The camera lights finally go out, for good:
Now it is another day, brilliant sunshine above, as he packs up his things;
The movie's over now; he was not really in love.
He has black hair, Italian ancestry, and a warm girlfriend, back home.
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Funny how faces always announce their owners beforehand,
With such subtle traces that, although we may miss it objectively,
The furtive never-sleeping mind of us does not fail to take note
Of the tiny, angry bird scratches, of egotism, impatience and intolerance.
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