Sandra Feldman Poems

A World, all of its own,
Poetry needs no phone
To communicate.
With words for fingers,
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Where am I from?
From Everywhere and Nowhere,
From under a Crystal Dome,
The world for years, I roam,
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Can you explain
Why,
There is nothing sadder
Than a dead bird,
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When emotions
Spill over,
And have no place
To go,
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Think before you speak,
It is our responsibility
To others,
And as human beings
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Minds and words
Come together
Trying to find meaning
To this questionable
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Discover,
Poetry
Participate,
As the Poet
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Infinite number
Of notebooks
I've filled
Hoping to write
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No poems are
As deeply felt
As those
Produced
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Each poem,
Each work of art,
A bit of heaven
Spilled into
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