poetry by j matthew waters


for centuries the sloping hill
produced a bouquet of artistry
sewn into the grass
and handpicked by flower children

an annual blizzard blanketed
the hill and invited participants
to hasten up and down
using any means possible

as the city slowly crawled outward
leaving concrete in its wake
the sloping hill cried
shaking and moaning and hurting

the forward motion gradually
violated the internal integrity
of her existence
until one day without warning
she simply sailed away

january two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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7 thoughts on “landslide

  1. It is a great piece reminds us to take good care of our nature because if not we are going to repay it…

  2. Mother nature’s revenge! Interesting poem. “..produced a bouquet of artistry
    sewn into the grass.” My favorite phrase! who did the sewing? 😉

  3. I love your original take. Nature is alive and kicking back!

  4. I know, I was just kidding!

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