Patti Masterman


Everything Is A Pumpkin After Midnight - Poem by Patti Masterman

Never think the harvest goes ungathered;
Don’t think the crop is left in place to rot.
Latent seeds lie in the ground, fermenting
Gestation starting at some distant spot.

Secret thoughts do not go creeping shoeless;
Disguised intent does not go knocking blind.
Everything will leave its very imprint
Like a fossil frozen out of time.

All things planted bloom inside our being;
When the right day comes, they burst the skin.
Then the tendencies harbored inside them
Hidden no longer, bear the fruit within.

The young and tender sprouts that soon are poking
Fragile, pale green heads above the lime-
Are riddles we can never hope to answer
The offspring of the cultivated mind.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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