Patti Masterman Poems

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521.
Outside My Window

Outside my window,
There’s a real road,
With cars and people,
Going to and fro.
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522.
The Virus Of Language

Pandemic proliferating prose
Obnoxious onomatopoeic oxymoron
Endemic encephalic excitations
Monotonous mulipartite metastasis
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523.
At Winter's End

Outside, in a cloudless sky
I try to decode scattered wakes
In cuneiform, made by noiseless airplanes-
At right angles to each other, unfurling curls of silvery rickrack
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524.
Why Do I Love You So

Why do I love to love you so-
Star of the screen; silver delusion
Incorporeal phantasm- is life that empty
That only your perpetual dramas
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525.
Forest Speaking Green - Tanka

forest speaking green
of the damp blossoms blooming
tomorrow's full of color
roughened bark of many boughs
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526.
The Totem Pole

On a sunlit desert day
Like the other thousands of days
Within the faceless sameness of mud-colored houses
One indistinguishable from the next
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527.
Death Rattle

I sometimes hear things
That remind me of your last breaths-
Fast and continuous, like a sprinter
Trying to finish a course before running down:
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528.
A Simple Life

I used to write such precise, edited comments
With a tight rein on myself- I knew once that
Little bit of control went- the sky was the limit
Of my errant ways and obscure references.
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529.
There's A Fire - Retourne

There's a fire burning in my soul,
There's a place I never could go;
There's a sight, I never could see:
Some other place, where she sleeps free.
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530.
The Charnel House

Once you've known death-
Smelled, tasted, felt it's breath
Tingling your spine, you can never completely
Leave that house behind
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