Patti Masterman Poems

gardens flower in her blooming breath
my faces trellis there, linger vines
faint rumors; fueled histories of death
stilled hearts cut from holy valentines
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The racing hearse was never too busy
To join a drag race on the strip;
Though sometimes, it wasn't any too pretty-
How the coffins would scoot and dip.
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Dying's what you do
When you're very old-
Or else, when you're yet young,
With a body growing cold.
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The lighthouse keeper and his son, one day
Were out on the rocks, by a blue-water bay

As the sea, their bare feet was laving,
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We journeyed to Chichen Itza
To see the fabled city
Alone, I walked to the cenote
I remember I heard him say
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Try to sleep,
and then try to dream, even-
Even though your tongue
blocks your throat,
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Helen Keller had a recurring dream,
That she described as the sensation
That something heavy had fallen in the dark,
Shaking the ground beside her.
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We can live in a paisley world,
Of colors, all mixed up in swirls.
We can hide in the subterfuge,
Blend in with the curling hues.
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Come to Jesus,
He plaintive waits,
Big as life
To surround the world.
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AIR
An ocean I’m called, going to and fro
In the twin pipe organs that breathe and blow
I enliven all hearts
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