Sandra Feldman Poems

The Secret Life of Poetry,
Poets can like by magic be,
All that they ever want to be:
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What is a Poet?
A pampered child?
A soft spoken butterfly?
That has no guide,
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They met across the river,
In the land of Faraway,
And they loved each other deeply,
More than anyone could say.
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Oh Destiny!
In what, cruel, cavernous, dark hole,
Do you Hide?
Waiting to pounce on those,
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Those who think deep,
Shall reap,
The best crops of the Earth,
The best nectar of Life,
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As Sadness reigns forevermore,
There's no one knocking at my door,
Oh Solitude greatest of pains,
You swallow tears and all in vain,
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Poets communicate?
Sure they do,
Thru rhyme and reason,
In any season,
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Poetry,
Poets are writing
Writing and feeling
Feeling and writing
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Pale and White,
With innocence
And fear,
The White Rose
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