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poetry by j matthew waters

eight hundred flowers

on the most sorrowful day floral arrangements
accompany the winding road

as the birds of the field sing their joyful songs
nearby wildflowers weep and sway

newly clipped roses wrapped in paper produce
smiles once believed long gone

wherever a child is knee-deep in raw color
never let time pass away

april two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged beauty, birds, child, children, flowers, nature, poem, Poetry, roses, wildflowers

10 thoughts on “eight hundred flowers”

Lolamarina (@1Lolamarina) on April 21, 2013 at 2:21 am said:

Lovely! 🙂

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- j matthew waters on April 21, 2013 at 8:00 am said:
  
  Thank you Lola 😀
  
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ljlenehan on April 21, 2013 at 1:59 pm said:

So beautiful and true… If only some moments could be frozen…

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- j matthew waters on April 21, 2013 at 3:49 pm said:
  
  yes, if only…thank you
  
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Gavriel's Muse on April 23, 2013 at 7:14 pm said:

Time is always still. We are the ones passing by creating the illusion of time…

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- j matthew waters on April 23, 2013 at 8:10 pm said:
  
  indeed we are….
  
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mentalnotes1 on April 30, 2013 at 2:00 pm said:

OH MY,,,THIS IS BEAUTIFUL AND SAD.

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- j matthew waters on April 30, 2013 at 5:13 pm said:
  
  Thank you, LaToya
  
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denise0904 on April 22, 2017 at 8:37 am said:

love theses lines:
“as the birds of the field sing their joyful songs
nearby wildflowers weep and sway”

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- j matthew waters on April 22, 2017 at 2:22 pm said:
  
  thanks so much, Denise
  
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