poetry by j matthew waters

promise not to die

there was scattered lightness
creeping through low lying clouds
but not a witness to testify

darkest part of morning awakens
most everybody asleep inside boxes
lost inside other lands
or sleepcrawling upside down

wake up wake up barn owl cries
mocking the mockingbird
circling rustic citadel
once holding some significance

sometimes scattered lightness
never materializes
and there is this retreatment of sorts
like closing your eyes
promising to never open them again

august two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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10 thoughts on “promise not to die

  1. breath-taking good

  2. Shawna on said:

    The last three lines are especially strong.

  3. I am speechless. This is an inspired work.

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