Patti Masterman

Patti Masterman Poems

2521. If I Were A Moon 2/19/2012
2522. I Can'T Help But Love You 8/26/2011
2523. A Bullet For Lenin 9/20/2011
2524. The Lonely Sound Of The Midnight Train 11/25/2012
2525. Thought Is The Keyhole 6/10/2012
2526. Yours To Reap 9/8/2011
2527. Incandescent 6/3/2011
2528. A Forgotten Word 4/17/2010
2529. Some Think The Night 3/31/2012
2530. Your Soul Still Sings It's Living Name 4/7/2010
2531. Your Words Stir Me 1/20/2010
2532. A Verb Went To Town 6/29/2011
2533. A 17th Century Curse 3/5/2011
2534. Only The Wind 5/26/2013
2535. A Catalogue Of Insomnia 4/11/2010
2536. Abuse Me 5/24/2011
2537. A Beautiful Man's Mind 9/5/2011
2538. A Beakers Full Of Love 4/6/2010
2539. Anger And Patience 1/20/2010
2540. A Dream 4/2/2010
2541. Big City Hospital 6/6/2011
2542. I Think We Were Never Strangers 8/21/2011
2543. How Much Are Words Like Bridges 6/15/2011
2544. How The World Engraves Itself Upon Our Being 5/6/2012
2545. I Am That 6/15/2011
2546. A Bear Came To Dinner 6/15/2011
2547. A Dream For You 9/5/2011
2548. A House Breathes Through Its Bones 6/3/2011
2549. Anti-Love Poem #1 12/29/2009
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:...

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The Belly Of The Beast

Lost in the belly of the beast,
We look up and see all those curving arches,
And we think then that we're in some majestic cathedral;
But the next sloping corridor takes us down to the mortuary,
The processing station, for what we are busy turning into.
But we still ignore the smell, as we're too busy believing
That for us, a great feast is being prepared-
Just like children at christmas time
Always believe the world is organized solely around them;

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