poetry by j matthew waters

while trees are falling down

I saw some poetry while walking in the woods
but it quickly scurried away like a frightened ghost

did you see that I asked myself but I did not respond
determined to take a course unbeknownst to anyone

blood flows through my veins on borrowed time
at one within a place where hollow trees rise and fall

convinced there is no way out other than from within
I slow down my pace and surrender to the sound

march two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “while trees are falling down

  1. Love the first two lines.

  2. denise0904 on said:

    Beautiful. I would love to be able to emulate you but I don’t have a clue. When writing is so unique, that it is like magic, that!

  3. I think I have seen poetry escaping in the woods… words can be like a deer sometimes.

  4. “at one within a place where hollow trees rise and fall” beautiful.

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