Patti Masterman


Rock Paper Scissors - Poem by Patti Masterman

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Rock, paper, scissors; my heart it is fragile
My baby lives now in this world; am I agile

Enough to survive; if the papers on top
Of the scissors, or then; if the stone's offered up

To crush the shears metal, can I stay alive?
It's scary how delicate things are alive;

Rock; my heart sinks like the stone in the well;
If she dash her foot, then just take me to hell-

Paper; a cut to the heart is such pain;
Would I want to bring her to life here again-

Scissors; never cut her soul loose from mine
What words on mere paper could ever define?


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 15, 2010


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