Patti Masterman


The World Is Made Out Of Nothing Real - Poem by Patti Masterman

The world is made out of nothing real,
Just acres and oceans, of what we feel,
And whirling galaxies, of airy spaces;
Whole worlds between particles, and our faces.

This world is milk, from the tears of a god
So lonely, he made a creation from thought;
Tired of the solitary way he trod,
Halfway between real and unreal, he wrought.

It started out, one instant of time,
Everything in the same spot; divine,
So now my soul's in you, and your's in me;
Find yourself in the other, that's ecstasy.


Comments about The World Is Made Out Of Nothing Real by Patti Masterman

  • Robin Bennett (7/21/2012 11:06:00 AM)


    A total different write and again you did a lovely job in this write as well. It flowed so gracefully. You have a wonderful way of weaving a your story telling ability into great poetry. I've been wrinting for what seems like forever and I never go adding favorites all willy nilly but you are defintely a favorite of mine. I look forward to reading much more! -Robin xoxo (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010



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