poetry by j matthew waters

to return as rose of any color

this place runs like a machine
or so weary migrants are told
especially when those in charge
are nowhere to be found

during downtimes god relaxes
inside art studio painting blue skies
high above snowy mountaintops
or conjuring up deadly vortices
tormenting defenseless islands
and populated coastlines

there are plenty of places to hide
but nowhere to run
unless of course getting
caught in the action
is all you have in mind

who will pick me up when I fall
or better yet
toss me back into the machinery
so that I may try one more time

october two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “to return as rose of any color

  1. man, this is good.

  2. Wonderful, John! It’s hard to believe how fast you can write and post so many great poems. My muse has a mind of her own. 🙂

  3. Sounds like God might indeed play the dices

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