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poetry by j matthew waters

miracle


I smelled what I thought were freshly
cut roses
the color red I imagined
softly brilliant in slender glass vase

I felt the velveted petals between
thumb and finger
reminding me of feathers
I once patiently nurtured back to flight

I heard the beating of a restless heart
pressed against
innocent skin exposed to light
newly created and wrinkled in fear

I dreamed of tasting a perfect fruit
innocently sweet
and promising flawless eyes
witnessing unimaginable happenings



august two thousand fourteen
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17 thoughts on “miracle

  1. I like it. It has a slightly sinister slant to it. (I think.)

  2. lovely, John – from the first lines, beautiful – K

  3. Beautiful words, John…

  4. “Promising flawless eyes” is a tremendous line. : )

  5. carolinejuliette's avatarcarolinejuliette on said:

    Beautiful words

  6. lolamarina's avatarlolamarina on said:

    Exquisite, John. I think right now you are my favorite poet.

  7. Denise Carruthers's avatardenise0904 on said:

    exquisite, sensual.

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