Composite Poem by Patti Masterman
Composite
A seething sea is what makes me,
Atoms striving to be free
The heaving, grieving heart of me,
Where creation longs to be.
A flooding tide becomes the mind,
Encumbered; hunts for its own kind.
The budding, blooding mortal brine,
Looking for itself to find.
A turning wheel of all I feel
Keeps my spirit never still,
Yearning, burning in my will,
Seeking what in life is real.
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5/2/2024 7:14:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
These wonderous words of yours speak DIRECTLY to my soul Patti. Thank you for writing a poem meant for me alone! ! ! Seriously, this is GREAT! Deeply felt... Wise, wild, wonderful writing. Perfect.