jdubqca

poetry by j matthew waters

year of the flood


it’s been nine days now
and I still remember your scent
or perhaps it will remain a vivid memory
trapped inside a mysterious time warp

one recollection leads to the next
and before I know it I find myself
further back than I can possibly go
back where the smell of burnt embers
magically turn into morning rain

how many lives can I possibly endure
with such infinite detail
from birth to death to resurrection
[and death again]
each one purged and reclassified
after forty days and forty nights
of shear madness




april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: