Patti Masterman Poems

They are side by side,
Their surfaces barely brushing up against one another:
Primly upright though, they disdain to notice the almost-contact.
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I hide out in refurbished beauty,
With words I stole, from a clever somebody;
And tinkertoy them together, with a flourish.
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My mind has left the premises,
My mind has gone away:
All my thoughts were blemishes
Upon a perfect day.
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We wrung out our hearts for them, thinking it could matter;
For we loved far too much, in the space of days or hours.
Committed grave anarchy, because they justified it:
Would have sold our very souls; but inside we denied it.
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Things and people that don't love me,
They seem to run the world
Ever since she-
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Time is such a weird concept
Where is it located and
Where does it start and end?
I think it lives in the contours
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In the eyes of my mother and grandmother
There lived a limpid green coolness:
Moss covered stones, around an ancient well;
Trailing vines entangled about the cenote's mouth;
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We're all now used to thinking that we've been set apart
Entirely as ourselves; that none other like us breathes:
That to be a sovereign self, is like any other art;
And our living shell is only by our own soul sheathed.
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Days are growing shorter; not only Earth's, but ours
Because of meeting you, I'm now hearth to lovely fires
I glow with fertile blooms not because my season's long
But because your single touch my roots answered with a song.
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How long will the sweet flower sing
When we have but once found it again?

I could feel your eyes flutter, so shyly
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