Patti Masterman Poems

Have I forgotten, or will I forget
How to love you;
There, where the flowers kiss the earth,
Where the shade holds the trees rooted,
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waltzing for roses, you brush against my cheek,
thinking I'll not notice, my mind is so far;
thorns discounted till we've gained the prize:
your touch draws me on, until first daylight,
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Why, as the end of life appears in sight
Does everything become an artifact?
Childhood returns for the second time
And everything becomes unbearably precious,
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When I'm drowning again, in my bowl of self pity
It's always made worse by the fact
I know I'm the one put me there;
For I'm the gift horse you can always refuse,
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She gave him her heart for a little while,
Although he was much older, by far;
They lived merely for each others eyes,
And out of their eyes, there shone stars.
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I look at photos of earthquake victims
And tsunami victims;
Victims of storms and hurricanes,
And I can't help weeping,
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stay awake loving
instead of forgetting all:
many Buddhas come
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As a child I always thought too much;
And it invariably screwed my life up:
My parents asked me; still quite small,
If I wanted a piano or an organ to play?
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The light has its own tricks of color and refinement;
Though all we may see is a pale disk, blazing overhead.

There's the light that hides sadness, arriving at sideways angles,
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drunk on roses, I float your dreamy seas,
skin moaning, in the depths of my beloved:
undulant dances bloom from my least pose,
the charmed snake seeks ecstasies release;
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