Patti Masterman


I Was Always Dragged Kicking And Screaming - Poem by Patti Masterman

Stiff and unyielding,
I was the kind of child
That needed training wheels
On a tricycle.
Growing older, they cut
The guywires, before I was
Prepared to carry my weight-
Then I became a
Windmill, with blades that
Sliced feebly into the air, at each
Slight shift of the breeze.
Now I am a sailboat,
But lacking the energy
To raise up a sail-
Like the midst of a great Sargasso
Or amongst a rock-strewn harbor,
I float just out of reach:
But I rock gently
At each rise and fall,
Each tremble of wave-
Better to bloom later,
Than be found rudderless
Adrift on a dead sea.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010



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