Nothing So Rare Poem by Patti Masterman

Nothing So Rare



Not I, not me,
Not a tooth on a key;
Nothing is separate in this world,
You see.

Not he, not she,
Not inland or sea,
Whether still, or breathe:
You can always believe.

Not here, not there,
Anywhere; everywhere,
Not water, not air-
Nothing so rare.

Saturday, February 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: air,believe,nothing,sea,still,water,world
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 08 February 2018

Beautiful rhythym, beautiful song of the spirit. The way you turn a line of words into a depth of meaning is exceptional. My ol' Cowboy hat is off to you!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 04 February 2018

Patti, such a great write👍

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