Patti Masterman Poems

Words have souls

that you can see,
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When I'm crying at someone's funeral
And I try to hide my streaming eyes there
I'm weeping for every man, woman, child..
For death is neither special nor rare.
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In a tree haunted forest
She walks in white;
Hands before her-
She fears the night.
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When the slow wave creeps into your sight,
A blue-tinged blanket of reflected light,
Or a cloud shyly peeps the sun's own face
But in your reverie, leaves no trace;
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Hope gives lightness to the child
That gives him strength to fly
To places not yet dreamed of,
For in his heart so wild
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An embarrassment of freaks
Went to the circus
While a school of penguins
Danced round the ring
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In the tunnel of self I'm awakened as me,
No starting nor end has this tunnel, I see;
Through labyrinth corridors, nameless in time,
I'm twisting and turning, my face just to find.
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I drew the sterile drapes and readied the scalpel.
The patient was prepped and breathing quietly,
The face so relaxed- as only I had seen it, many times before:
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If you're sweet, you earn contempt,
And if you're sour, hatred;
The sum of the attentions force
By kindness, unabated.
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We are not long
For the winds caresses,
We are not long
For the kiss of rain;
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