Patti Masterman


Patti Masterman Poems

761. Things That Don'T Love Me 4/19/2010
762. Inherited Traitors 4/18/2010
763. His Majesty 4/18/2010
764. Becoming What You Think You See 4/18/2010
765. Nikki The Darker Sister 4/18/2010
766. I Like Actors With Lined Faces 4/18/2010
767. Erector Set 4/18/2010
768. Stop Drop And Roll 4/18/2010
769. Call The Exorcist 4/18/2010
770. Proverbial 4/18/2010
771. Free Range Poetry 4/18/2010
772. Eternity 4/18/2010
773. Stop Writing Poetry 4/18/2010
774. Even Dead Poets Need Some Credit 4/18/2010
775. Another Moonbeam 4/18/2010
776. The List Of Places I Can No Longer Go Grows Ever Longer 4/18/2010
777. Twenty Carat Moon 4/19/2010
778. Why Won'T The Dead Sleep? 4/19/2010
779. A Living Doll 4/19/2010
780. Perchance To Dream 4/19/2010
781. Death Bed 4/19/2010
782. Survivor 4/19/2010
783. Golem 4/19/2010
784. Be It Known That 4/19/2010
785. Superficial 4/19/2010
786. Where Do You Go So Far Away? 4/19/2010
787. Magnetic Poetry Bore 4/19/2010
788. Insanity Rules The Night 4/19/2010
789. Play Me 4/19/2010
790. First Star 4/19/2010
791. Miscalculation 4/19/2010
792. An Overcast Day In June 4/19/2010
793. Big Plans 4/19/2010
794. Nosey Noses 4/19/2010
795. Reality 4/19/2010
796. Accidental Snares 4/19/2010
797. It's Magic 4/19/2010
798. Little Ray Of Light - Tanka 4/19/2010
799. Dragonflies Threading 4/19/2010
800. Poetry's What I Write 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Patti Masterman

Anti-Love Poem #1

When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.

If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...

Read the full of Anti-Love Poem #1

We Came Together

We came together at the window,
Through which, we watched the days unfold;
So is this our ending; merely syntax
At the cusp, where winds grew cold?

Did we lose that joy and wonder
That once so long ago, we'd touched;
Did mundane hours finally sunder-
Did I become for you, just crutch?

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