Patti Masterman Poems

forest speaking green
of the damp blossoms blooming
tomorrow's full of color
roughened bark of many boughs
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On a sunlit desert day
Like the other thousands of days
Within the faceless sameness of mud-colored houses
One indistinguishable from the next
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I sometimes hear things
That remind me of your last breaths-
Fast and continuous, like a sprinter
Trying to finish a course before running down:
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I used to write such precise, edited comments
With a tight rein on myself- I knew once that
Little bit of control went- the sky was the limit
Of my errant ways and obscure references.
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There's a fire burning in my soul,
There's a place I never could go;
There's a sight, I never could see:
Some other place, where she sleeps free.
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Once you've known death-
Smelled, tasted, felt it's breath
Tingling your spine, you can never completely
Leave that house behind
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broken stone tool wielder
patient flint fire striker
round rolling wheel finder
winter cave hide wearer
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When touching your two cheeks
There's a map there of the first time
The fingertips felt the smooth
Flesh coaxing- not pushy, not teasing-
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Quick as a wink you find yourself alone
And you go to find that lost music
Hidden so carefully inside yourself
On some long ago hide and seek,
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After I am gone
Graceful geese will still
Sweep towards the horizon, honking
There will still be the sudden
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