Patti Masterman Poems

She lays in her grave like an empty house
Stands on an empty street,
Done with the giving and receiving,
No more concern, for feet-
...

The church is built on bloody bones,
Broken martyrs, burning homes;
The church is built on bloody bones-
Not singing angels, golden thrones.
...

There is a high desert cliff, off somewhere inside of me
where you live, and at odd moments
I fall off of it backwards, slowly
that old eery feeling again
...

Evensong: when even the world;
When ever the world must end,
And all the Saints and Angels ring,
Around the world, attend.
...

We were never in our pictures,
Though our smiles were frozen fast:
It was the flutter of a shutter-
And you knew it'd never last.
...

Sylvester had a speech impediment,
And the Tweety Bird, he persued;
To catch that bird, he was adamant-
No matter how often, he'd lose.
...

Dreamcatcher, please catch my dreams;
The secret ones, with silver seams,
Or diamond bits, in eyes and smiles..
...

We live a miracle every day;
Living spawn of a universe born
Self aware, though made of clay-
We the cosmic breath, reborn.
...

Night steals the breath away from the creatures
When it thinks they aren't looking,

Sun leaches the shadow of every living thing
...

When I finally shed this body,
I'll be light as a wisp of an angel,
Inviolate as a fairy's potent kiss,
Quick as the velvet wings of a moth.
...