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poetry by j matthew waters

when north became south

you lost me when I wasn’t looking
like a silver dollar vanishing
via sleight of hand

when the poles switched
nearly everyone became displaced
like foreigners held
hostage inside their own homes

those less fortunate were
forced to learn a new language
whether it be spoken or not

in the city center they hung
disobedient juveniles
upside down by the ankles
shaking the contents from their britches
making all the little ones appear out of nowhere
like cockroaches scrambling on all six

march two thousand seventeen
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Posted in In the City, Nature, Poetry and tagged chaos, poem, Poetry, pole switch

10 thoughts on “when north became south”

Lara/Trace on March 14, 2017 at 6:24 pm said:

You capture history here in this poem. I can see it, feel it. Like a great depression.

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- j matthew waters on March 14, 2017 at 9:53 pm said:
  
  Thank you for visiting and noticing, Lara. I appreciate your support and awareness.
  
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denise0904 on March 15, 2017 at 5:46 pm said:

This is gorgeous, inventive. I felt drawn in, I bet children love you.

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- j matthew waters on March 20, 2017 at 5:36 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Denise.
  
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Sweta Ojha on March 17, 2017 at 1:00 am said:

This is so beautiful. 😊

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- j matthew waters on March 17, 2017 at 6:02 am said:
  
  Thank you
  
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on March 18, 2017 at 5:13 pm said:

I think this is happening already… for the great magician north is south…

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- j matthew waters on March 20, 2017 at 5:37 pm said:
  
  yes, the change is phenomenal….
  
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- j matthew waters on March 23, 2017 at 6:20 pm said:
  
  thank you for sharing my poem….
  
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