poetry by j matthew waters

blackbird wings

yesterday the summer breeze
always hung around
like little birds hiding in the trees
conspiring to make your day

everything tasted refreshing
an apple or an orange
a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade
a beer
a bloody mary
potato salad
tuna salad
an ice cream sandwich
or malted milkshake

the breeze was perfect for kite flying
and that is what we did

now I try to hold onto yesterday with
all my mental and physical strength
safekeeping you in a time and place
where you never age another day

young and vibrant and full of
idealistic aspirations
you continue
building your special roadmap
destined to take you to faraway places

but that was before they stole you away
and now all I hear is noise
and nothing
tastes as it should

today there is no such thing as a
summer breeze
there is only this motioning
of blackbird wings

december two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “blackbird wings

  1. This is so sad and so true dear friend x

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