poetry by j matthew waters

life has become cumbersome

standing at the edge
water motionless like ice
casting reflections in my eye
smooth stone within grasp
half the size of a hand
I press and release
press and release
unable to change its shape

past years once a blur
slowly come back into focus
realization setting in
that despite my true intentions
I could neither mold
nor influence nor protect you

some flowers bloom once
and some bloom dead
yet stones accumulate
constantly recirculating
some skipping across water
others creating makeshift walls
temporarily shielding me
from a world I once knew

august two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “life has become cumbersome

  1. sad poetry of loss…

  2. Beautifully evocative of nostalgia.

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