Patti Masterman

No Matter How Far - Poem by Patti Masterman

To some, the dead must seem like objects,
Things with no consciousness, now defunct,
But the dead have character that's still visible;
Lines and wrinkles deep imprint.

The dead have loved one's quiet tears,
Late at night or in the day,
They hold a place at memorys altar-
Smiles and laughter, now so rare.

Empty husks, though they may be,
They keep the secrets of someone dear;
Secrets never compromised-
No matter how near, no matter how far.

Comments about No Matter How Far by Patti Masterman

  • Hans Vr (4/10/2012 8:44:00 PM)

    Yes, Patti, Something immaterial lives on.
    The care a child receives is living on in its own character, way after the parents' death
    This care is often amplified and kindness is infectious.
    This world is improving thanks to the small and big goodnesses started by those who are long dead now.
    Their goodness lives on, gets amplified and so soon we will see a different world.
    Have you seen an exponential curve? It takes a long while of very slow increment, but once it reaches a critical point it shoots up. I really think we are close to that deflection point on the exponential curve of kindness in our world.
    Wow, Patti, I am just writing as my thoughts wander. A very thought provoking poem indeed.
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  • (4/8/2012 7:50:00 PM)

    i often walk with the dead, and listen.... another very good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012

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