Patti Masterman Poems

People who always are writing of sex
Are like birds, always writing of feathers;
We know it's their specialty, and they're proud-
But find another subject, for crying out loud!
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I am a girl in leather shoes
without socks, a girl who has
no need of socks, a girl
who has few friends-
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A spider and its shadow
The strangest dance did do;
The spider seemed to curtsy,
But the shadow never knew.
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Ponderous, we travel curving lines
In ever widening circles, unknowing
That the curl of space fools us, the arc of time laughs
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Sometimes a light in darkness
You did not know was there,
Will come and shine upon you-
When things seem hard to bear.
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Aim for the moon
And land among clouds;
High above earth,
You can still be proud.
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Sometimes we wake before we die,
Perhaps have time, to wonder why
Before we make that leap back where
We lived, before our birth appeared.
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The still, bracken water
holds the black, of the blackbird's eyes-
in the pooling depths of darkness,
where there is no hint of sun;
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I pulled off my black clothing
And let my hair back down
Took off the heels, took off the dress
Now there is not a sound
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There are some rooms from childhood
That I still freely roam;
Though to some, the doors are locked-
And they are not quite whole.
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