Patti Masterman Poems

Poetry is somebody writing
About soft rotting peaches,
Lying on a table that's missing a leg
In a deserted cottage somewhere,
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was gagging on poetry
And nothing could help:

I was gagging on poetry
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Are you shy too, and lonely, my porcelain Hetty-
Lying so primly propped, on your chintz-covered settee?
Days pass you by, go unnumbered as sand grains,
You in your old lace and pastel-ribb'd crossgrain.
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our blood hisses
on time's radiator;
those missed kisses
thought we'd find later.
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You say, we need to think of some things
That went forgotten, during our days together.

You say, we need to pay more attention
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Our actions are the prayer, unceasing,
Of love’s creation which is sought-
New things arising every moment,
From the past and future wrought.
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Earthquakes rumble,
Tall mountains crumble,
Man made humble-
Shiva’s dancing.
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Summer's eiderdown spins a cotton-scented spell
Of dry tongues swapping secrets, sworn not to tell.
Cold ice cream in buckets, hand-cranked under heaven,
And lies served neat, and bitterness unleavened.
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Always fall in love with characters from books:
It's safer that way; they'll never leave you at the altar.
They won't break your heart, to run off with the flamenco dancer
(Even if they found out after a week,
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Because I have loved one child, I know I've loved them all;
Caressed their smoother cheeks, from whence bright crystals fall.

Caught infectious joy of laughter, from their little sea-shell teeth,
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