poetry by j matthew waters

picture window

what shall I see tonight
that the blind cannot
wind chimes
dying to be heard
behind double panes

birds wintering
outside my window
do not cry
and though their song
is uniquely sad
they neither beg nor steal

I’m a pretend prisoner
inside this castle
free to roam
inside these storied walls
unable to feed the birds

november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “picture window

  1. We do not have the freedom that the creatures of nature have. nicely written

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