poetry by j matthew waters

inner sanctuary

it’s impossible to hear the spoken word
when the rains fall so hard
killing the song
making good intentions just plain wrong

these eyes find light in the strangest places
sitting alone in the dark room
conversing within
making up stories without lies or deceit

walking in broken shoes on crushed stone
I listen for the least sound
signals from the sun
still images of havens inside the wasteland

april two thousand seventeen
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7 thoughts on “inner sanctuary

  1. I love this one, Matthew!!

  2. I love the different layers of meaning in this poem, John. Introspective and timely. Have a great day, my friend 🙂

  3. wow. many layers–a little Hazel Motes at the end of his tether, readying himself to meet his maker.

    • Interesting comparison, I never would have made that connection, but certainly see what you mean. I bet it’s been 35 years since I’ve read O’Conner, an amazing and influential writer.

      • something about the broken shoes and the rocks triggered that memory. i believe he also had barbed wire wrapped around his torso at the end–very Christ-like. also the bit in your poem about the eyes in darkness– i think Hazel did away with his.

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