poetry by j matthew waters

dreaming of clearing skies

the air is heavy from constant
rolling in every three or four days
like a recurring freight train

there’s plenty to do besides
worry and wait
and it matters not if you think
more of less about the next
certain lethal blast

on clear and silent nights
children gaze at the stars in
curiously wondering if they too
were made by man

february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “dreaming of clearing skies

  1. I love the way you dropped the bomb[ardment] onto its own line, drawing out the bard inside. Same with the maze down lower.

    I’m picturing a poetry labyrinth, a competition (like the triwizard tournament in The Goblet of Fire). The contestants can’t see each other, just (what’s) up.

    “Goblet.” I like that word. And your poem. Fantastic.

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