Patti Masterman


Fractious Children - Poem by Patti Masterman

Fractious children gather at my doors,
Knocking on walls, peeping through keyholes;
And if I open to one, they would all rush in
Like the wind rushes by, on some panic-blind day.

And then depart precipitously, like a wallcloud swirls,
Or a storm of dry leaves falls to the ground,
While leaving behind an intangible something,
Which says look, things here may have changed.

No thing's the same, as the minutes before:
And you surely know, you must have changed too
As you slowly step out, of the corpse of the old
And move toward the new doom, uncertain as ever.

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  • (10/28/2011 12:32:00 PM)


    amazing writing...but you know that....smiles n blessings (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010


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