poetry by j matthew waters

garden of confusion

wind chimes chatter in the mist
varied in pitch and velocity
powered by dark winds
swirling past steel spiders

rusty fish swim by twilight
nipping at one-legged flamingo
all tucked in for the night

silent rocks in aerated streams
attract ceramic turtles and
green neon frogs
settling on that perfect spot

avian whispers segue into
full-fledged sirens
scaring the wildflowers away

april two thousand sixteen
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8 thoughts on “garden of confusion

  1. lovely poem fitting for a gusty eve

  2. I almost feel part of that world…….

  3. I do prefer to be a lazy gardener..

  4. lazy gardening is certainly more relaxing.

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