poetry by j matthew waters

never waste a good crisis

I’m not prepared for anything
be it good news or bad
delivered by barefoot paperboy
or hopeless carrier pigeon

I understand chicken little
runs around with head cut off
half-baked and half-believable

on the highest branches
hawks and doves jockey for position
invisible wires coursing through
their leaf-like veins

eventually everything must break
be it wishbones or promises
whether made in earnest or haste

evening sky blows up peacefully
giving way to distilled silence
lanterns flickering far away
quietly ushering brand new day

october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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10 thoughts on “never waste a good crisis

  1. I love the line – eventually everything must break – I really love this poem.

  2. I love it too. I need this poetry now.

  3. The thought of a brand new day, is what sustains me.
    On the edge of breaking I pull myself up and say;
    Ah, but tomorrow is another day, so many possibilities to look forward to….
    Thank you for reminding me of this fact.
    Coralie 🥀🌷🌹

  4. Wonderful poem, John, with a ray of hope at the end.

  5. Beautiful and profound.

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