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Gerry Mattia Poem
We treat it like a marble
in our pocket for a while
we win it
we lose it
but no matter where it goes
it always holds
the warmth of our hands
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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Gerry Mattia Poem
Sexy is the way
her lips move on his ear.
Never touching
always whispering
things I'll never hear.
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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Gerry Mattia Poem
there across the wind
rides my silly pride
at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly
how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find
however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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i cannot count enough stars
to tell how many shine in your eyes
nor can i gather into one
the brilliance of the sun
that your warmth brings
though the sun and stars pass
beyond and beyond
all things that last
i'll meet you in that discovery
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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The simultaneous effect
of two glances
across the last remaining
distance between them
Then
when first they met
Now
when they are apart
Each carrying within
the beat
of the other's heart
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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i think of the
miles
and
streets
i crossed
to bump into you
and
i smile now
because i realize
that until you lifted your head
to see where you were going
you could never
see me coming
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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I was the sunshine that cradled your day
that tried to push the clouds away
I was the sand that ran between your toes
when you were four years old
that soon became the rain you danced in
from seven to eleven
And I watched you grow in the glow
of a moon that beamed
when you turned thirteen
How unfair you thought I'd become
when you turned twenty-one
because you lost a few dreams
But I stayed awake when you were out late
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight
And when you found your love
"the one"
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun
Then you turned thirty-one
I became cloud, thunder and shower
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour
You forgot how to dance in the rain
'till you turned forty all you did was complain
Then you took off your shoes
and went back to the sand
I was now the warmth of your child's hand
At forty-three
you spent more time with me
You began
to understand
And when you stood fifty years old
you stayed warm to me even though
at times I was cold
How close we grew
when you turned sixty-two
The breeze was I
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky
And I'm sorry I made you sad
when I took "the one" away
But I was proud
when you pushed aside that cloud
and cradled 'me' in the sun
for the remainder of our day
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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Gerry Mattia Poem
I’m not sure where an apology comes from
And beyond that
I am certain I have no comprehension for ‘sorry’
I mean that literally
I can’t borrow enough question marks
Truly. . . I dropped the ball between you & me. . . I did
When I tried to go back on something I said
That may have disturbed you
Most certainly
I lazy’d myself to your long ago mouth
‘Cuz what I kissed not long ago
left you without a word
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2010
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the life that you have now
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it
it happens that many lives are taken
away from the now and when we lived
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2012
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something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2012
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