poetry by j matthew waters

we shall not speak of death this day

I awoke to a day without news
and quietly wondered if I had landed in heaven

deciding such thoughts are for birds
incapable of flight
I abandoned the notion
at the same time noticing
there were no winds
and no clouds

nor was there rain or sunshine

I was sitting at the base of a sunflower
that had grown ten stories tall
reading from scrolls that were written
before the earth became blue

there is an end to every story
someone once told me
but as for this one
it is only just beginning

may two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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15 thoughts on “we shall not speak of death this day

  1. denise0904 on said:

    Adam in the garden…

  2. Shawna on said:

    This is very flower-sexy. I love it.

  3. I like the idea of the story just beginning. I’ve recently started to feel that way about my days after a long winter, like turning to a new page filled with possibilities.

  4. beginning is end, end >> beginning

  5. a dream-world outside of time.

  6. I thought it would be a bean-stalk… 🙂

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