Patti Masterman Poems

The coffin's colder
Than the warm cab he was used to-
Though all his friends are there;
Just like it used to be.
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The mermaid was unhappy with her house,
All the bric-a-brac seemed so passe;
How she longed for a more modern cave,
One where starfish, hanging on nets
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I speak poetry, but cannot decode it
For others; their brows wrinkle as they exert
A prodigious effort to understand;
And perhaps all just for me.
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There's a light in the sickroom that never goes dead,
Though daylight is dimming, through the still open curtain-
But the light's in my head; the light's in my head!
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A little tinnitus,
A little deja vu,
A little savoir faire,
To see the matter through.
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Almighty hidden night
Beheld by silent stars
That linger in our dream,
Calm spoils of highways blue
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It's happy to have tasks, for the world needs our touch;
Our needfulness is needed, it's necessary so much,
For the universe is messy, it requires a loving hand
To straighten out the matter, and we're the one that can.
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Blue stone girl
Lost again in reverie,
Getting high on sky,
Learning to get by.
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Unbend the weight; the senses leaving,
Retract the visions in the head,
In some other wandering grove
Another day is nearly dead.
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There's something in us
Doesn't want to win,
Something doesn't wish to live,
Wants to throw the towel in early;
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