Sandra Feldman Poems

Lucky me,
I just read a poem,
So rare to see,
Of such great Beauty,
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Love goes beyond devotion,
Turns passionate instead,
Becomes just pure emotion,
No words have to be said.
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They call Them eccentric,
Just to be kind,
Poets are strange ones,
Always trying to find,
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It comes or it doesn't,
It's there or it isn't,
Poetry is,
More often than not,
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Hobbling along,
Disoriented,
Wounded in my Soul,
Hit by an invisible arrow,
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No matter how hard,
Anyone tries,
It's only the Eyes,
That can express.
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Poets are fools,
With words as tools,
They sculpt statues of dreams,
With wide open seams,
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You and I,
We live to write,
And breath and hug the Sea,
We hear Its sound,
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Orchestrate,
Your words, Poet
Let love's Symphonie
Begin!
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