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Poems by Patti Masterman : 4 / 2425
A Beautiful Man's Mind
Underneath it all begins to ripple,
beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon,
the phosphorescent streets lost in rain
while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds
Words silent, when it all begins to unfold,
how well I remember how it passed;
washing the skin on the body,
drinking in the feelings, the melting smiles
Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes-
praying before the stolen cenotaph
of a beautiful man's mind
Patti Masterman
Submitted: Monday, September 05, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Poems by Patti Masterman : 4 / 2425
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beautiful expressions for a beautiful poetry filled with feelings....
I am not aware of the cenotaph referred to here - is it Kennedy?
What I am aware of though is the extraordinary image conjured by the first two lines.Underneath it all begins to ripple / The accordion folds of a perfect afternoon. You have put your finger on a phenomenon that assails me too, seeing ripples in the here and now opening doors to different ways of knowing ordinary objects. Uncanny resonance.
J F Kennedy fits the bill with his stolen life and beautiful mind ... Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes, rare beauty of a poem...regards
a jewell of a poem. good work. take care, ric
A BEAUTIFUL MAN'S MIND WILL ALWAYS CAPTURE LOTS OF WOMEN BUT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S HEART WILL BE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN RULE IT.
I FIND THIS AMAZINGLY INTELLIGENT
A great and phenomenal rememberance then for the cenotaph.Wise mens cenotaph are always stolen coz they are worth gems but a beautiful womans heart is not always.An illusion.Therefore the poetry.Gigantic meaning for this version here..