Sandra Feldman Poems

Love comes, Love goes,
It pulls, It throws,
Those waiting in despair,
One thing man knows,
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When it's gone, it's gone,
Never to return,
The greenest, thickest, growing fern,
Cannot console or hide,
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We are all addicted to something,
Mostly Not Ourselves,
It is amazing how most people,
Tend to destroy themselves.
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Once upon an Absurd World,
A Passion took a Rose's form,
And from the thickest mud was born,
The loveliest Flower ever known.
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What is a Poet?
A pampered child?
A soft spoken butterfly?
That has no guide,
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Fiddles and Riddles,
Riddles and Fiddles
That's how Poets speak,
They're called 'metaphors',
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Maybe
In another World, another Life,
We can be what we want to be,
But here and now,
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The Secret Life of Poetry,
Poets can like by magic be,
All that they ever want to be:
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They met across the river,
In the land of Faraway,
And they loved each other deeply,
More than anyone could say.
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