poetry by j matthew waters

first day back home

he sat at the table
the salt and pepper
barely out of reach
but he would not speak
chewing the butterfly pork chop

she asked him if it needed
any salt
and he simply stuck
another chunk into his mouth
slowly but briefly shaking
his head

he buttered an ear of corn
using a slice of bread
and picked it up
worked away at it

she knew it needed salt
but he wouldn’t say a word
and she wouldn’t dare
a second time

she wanted to let him know
there was a good movie
airing on the pay-per-view
but thought twice
telling herself she was sure
he wanted to figure things out
all on his own

may two thousand sixteen
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10 thoughts on “first day back home

  1. Great atmosphere – a poem that makes the reader imagining a variety of backstories.

  2. Intriguing, Matthew.

    Makes me wonder if he’s back from war, trying to readjust to normal life. You created tension and mystery here.

    Well done.

  3. I’m sure it’s always the best way! 😉 Feels like a piece from a novel…very good indeed John! 🙂

  4. So vivid and captivating. I imagined a son out of rehab or prison … I am delighted to find your blog and enjoy reading and listening to these poems.
    Thanks for the follow and likes. I am humbled and grateful 🙂

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