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poetry by j matthew waters

when sitting alone there is even less silence


fingertips tapping keypads
keep time with strings
playing in the background
recreating this little biosphere
unfolding in my mind

wind chimes and bird songs
chatter noisily over a nearby
stream and faraway train
while oscillating fan mimics
breezes blowing in my face

lonely souls and frisky ghosts
sit near the fireless pit
swapping old stories and
asking invisible gods why
their prayers linger and fade


may two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “when sitting alone there is even less silence

  1. You have been looking at my desk! Never tidy and now cluttered with unseen visitors scattered at random. Peopled with shades drawn from the past, controlling my fingertips, explaining themselves and becoming my friends.

  2. I think it’s hearing those ghosts that make all the difference.

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