Patti Masterman


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  • Pamela Sinicrope Pamela Sinicrope (5/2/2016 6:20:00 AM)

    Patti's writing ignites my imagination with her vivid imagery and choice of setting for her poetry that seems to find energy, God, and life everywhere. She's a favorite.

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  • Rhonda Brodie (2/5/2016 10:18:00 AM)

    I am a teacher at a tiny school district in Texas. I discovered your work here as I was searching for poems which my students could present at the upcoming District UIL Competition. One of my students has taken an interest in your poem, Witchy-Poo. I must be able to document that the poem has been published in a book. At present, internet publishing is not accepted for the competition. Have you published in a book? If so, what was the title and publication date? Thank you for considering my request!

  • John Richter (1/23/2015 2:13:00 PM)

    I have not even read your poems yet, Miss Patti..... Well, except for those on your biography page. And so here I sit, mesmerized by your prolific nature. 'I sit before a brilliant sheet of paper, you are going to write a poem, I say'........ I think this will be in the running for my own final epitaph! And surely it will be upon my mind, each and every time, I start a poem anew! Looking forward to reading your work. Oh, something I read on your page (your family would find you after death buried underneath thousands of pages of your poems) reminded me of my favorite poet Emily Dickinson, whose family and friends were shocked to find over 1800 poems stashed about her property - found after her death. She was unheard of before - but became famous long after her death. Currently she's seen as one of America's greatest poets.

  • Elena Sandu Elena Sandu (8/22/2013 1:51:00 AM)

    I have read only a few poems of you but for each, a best impression. Your pen seem to give me the canvas, the colors, draws the sketch than gifted me food for thought, your poems I have found to be seeds for infinite freedom, thank you!

  • Georgios Venetopoulos Georgios Venetopoulos (11/10/2012 1:34:00 AM)

    Patti Masterman is among the few poets that I admire so much. She manages to surprise me with her bold also untamed intellect and perception. Her expression is laconic and accurate, often resembling soft velvet and often again a precision compass to portray and analyze with accuracy her multi dimensional themes. Patti belongs among the Great Classics and not many will ever receive this recognition from me.

  • Diane Hine Diane Hine (4/29/2012 10:04:00 PM)

    One can always rely on Patti to see life from a brilliantly fresh perspective.
    Her poems are a treasure-chest of great reading.

  • Stefanie Fontker (10/10/2011 11:50:00 AM)

    Madame Patti has not written nearly enough poems, I expect about another 2000 from her! If she was to ever stop writing, a part of my heart would wither away. And so for the sake of myself, and those like me, I beg her to continue to shower the world with her talent and wit.

  • Leall Gimiel (9/15/2011 5:48:00 PM)

    It isn't about the words, it's about things that words cannot describe, well known as feelings, and I think that when you can make people feel them using just the words you become a poet, like mademoiselle Masterman.

  • Eric Cockrell (8/31/2011 8:44:00 PM)

    Patti is a stunning poet, who has the magic touch that reaches deep into the heart and exposes its naked beauty.... am thankful to read her work!

  • Smoky Hoss (8/28/2011 9:17:00 AM)

    Patti's words flow like oxygen through the lungs and blood through the heart, bringing life, and the exhileration of living, to her grateful readers. The world is a bit better place thanks to her poetry.

Best Poem of Patti Masterman

A House Breathes Through Its Bones

A house breathes through its bones,
Its summits sit like sentries;
Though rafters decompose-
It never denies entry.

Its ghosts lie in their beds,
Soft earth beneath their memory;
The shutters firmly closed-
The past seen only dimly.

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In Heaven, Sleeping

A child sleeps in still darkness,
In the place where unicorns leap,
Where shooting stars bedazzle
The night-time loom of her dreams.

Her cocoon's enshrouding satin,
If her dreams more real, than these;
For the earthly world is vanished,
Replaced by this strange peace.

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