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poetry by j matthew waters

her next creation


she spoke with forked tongue
but I understood
every word she said

she said I had been dead
for three days
before resurrecting
my consciousness

back wandering the earth
I was sent searching
for a flower yet to be born

strolling beside a copse
instinctively I stopped
and squatted and became
mesmerizingly lost
as the glass petals
slowly unfolded into
another world



october two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “her next creation

  1. Lovely write 🙂

    Side note:
    You made me look up a word 🙂 I didn’t know a copse was a a small group of trees. I thought you had made a typo…and had intended corpse. 🙂

  2. I am always amazed by your pieces, I love every word from it, beautiful as always

  3. I like this afterlife…rather peaceful… nice

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