Sandra Feldman Poems

Everything seems to be
So diabolically ill, today!
Up-and-down and even sideways
Are the paths to hell,
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One poet inspires another
And that's the way it goes
They practice,
Fraternal, sentimental calls
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What is floating in the air?
A poem new, a poem fair,
Made of feelings,
That do dare,
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The uncontested worth
Of a great poem
Does not end
Reading it once,
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If poets ruled the World,
Yes, I know,
Nothing,
Would get done
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So many things
Slid by,
So much was left behind
The love not had,
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I would have loved
To have found you
In the flowering buds
Of early Spring!
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Finally
Poetry,
You're all I have,
It's me and you
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Like all flowers
Time devours,
Are our lives.
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It's ecstatic and dramatic,
Some very few chosen, have it,
An irresistible attraction,
Like the Earth has for the Moon,
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