Patti Masterman


My Brain Is Full Of Paisleys - Poem by Patti Masterman

My brain is full of paisleys,
My skin has polka dots,
My eyes are crystal mirrors
My palms, ink blots.

My hairs a spindly forest,
My ears two conch shells,
My fingernails are isinglass,
In this castle where I dwell.

The ocean’s in my body,
The sun is in my skull;
The firmament is all about:
This life is never dull


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  • (11/15/2011 9:23:00 AM)


    Going through some of my favorite poems, and came around to this one again, and I still love it! It is so good! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011


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