poetry by j matthew waters

and they called it paradise

if you brush aside the obvious
you will find seeds have begun
to sprout
in what was once known
as paradise

I first met you there
when the moon was but a mural
germinating in the back
of our minds

how we talked about
painting the sky
when the sun
was nowhere to be found

just when everything
seemed to be perfect
the world
burns to the ground
the story resorting
to starting all over again

and those seeds
once clenched in your fists
are forever scattering

november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “and they called it paradise

  1. This made me think of the fire in California… but also about the renewal after a fire… one interesting thing is that there are certain plants whose seeds need wildfire to get growing.

  2. and life continues in spite of all

  3. I love the imagery in this.

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