Sandra Feldman Poems

Inventing as we go along
Poet's visions, poet's storms,
For a writer, has to write
In order for blood to flow,
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Those who love
And are loved
Do not know
How very lucky,
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The Greatest Gift
Of them all
Love in all its
Forms.
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Welcome,
Come in!
But not just for the ride,
Reinvigorate, your life
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That little light
That we hold on to,
That small illusion
That is ours,
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Alone,
The word is like a moan
That chills the Spirit,
Reaching, the very bone.
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Poetry must have wings
And fly into the heart
Of the beholder,
It must be moving
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Who can you trust?
In a world full of cheaters and lust,
That sooner or later
Will bust,
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I think,
Poetry brings out
The best in us.
It's remarkable
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The artistic call
Is deep and matters,
All barriers bold
It sweeps and shatters
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