poetry by j matthew waters

the philosopher’s playground

the ground trembled beneath bare feet
like an audible sigh from a troubled mind

even the birds paused their morning song
shifting to interpret the mother’s warning

exhausted yet incapable of finding comfort
relaxation eludes the weariest travelers

though peace on earth may one day prevail
the natural order of things indicate otherwise

february two thousand seventeen
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10 thoughts on “the philosopher’s playground

  1. I have taken the liberty of adding the final couplet to my list of quotes about war, with attribution, of course.

  2. I can’t put my finger on it, but somehow the rhythm breaks in the last half of the last line, adding a nice punch. Overall, the mood reminds me Yeats’s “The Second Coming.” Thanks for a little thoughtful pleasure before work 🙂

  3. denise0904 on said:

    you convey unsettled feelings with aplomb.

  4. Yes I wonder too what the natural state is…

  5. Beautiful yet sobering.

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