poetry by j matthew waters


I recall the day
she was thin
wearing a new
eggshell white t-shirt
innocently smiling

The passage of time
reshaped her views
becoming impartial
to the crescent
and the cross

Continuing to mature
languor set in
her spirit seemingly
broken in half
her desires numb

Feeding on earth
she became pregnant
with knowledge
bulging like a gibbous
and loud as a siren

Her finest moment
exposes all that is dark
shining light on
an uncertain world
full of hope
and trepidation

august two thousand twelve
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9 thoughts on “Selena

  1. I asked that because this poem had me a bit confused…. 🙂

  2. You know well I love your poems- all of them!

  3. Kris Swanguarin on said:

    Very fine on many levels. As usual, you pack a lot in a small suitcase.

  4. This is a wonderful idea. And how you write about the moon as a young girl maturing into womanhood.

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