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poetry by j matthew waters

wish you were here


it was the dead of winter
and those flowers we once shared
bloomed in the back of my mind

I’ve kept anything but busy
self-isolated in my mystery cottage
placed perfectly atop cedar hill
unable to set foot outside
for fear of freezing to death

days turned into nights
nights well lit by candlelight
open books scattered throughout
sonnets recited by dead poets
their voices reverberating
as shadows against the walls

early morning birdsong
slipped past single-pane windows
like a long lost lullaby
putting out the very last flame
and folding fast my tired eyes




december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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7 thoughts on “wish you were here

  1. The suffocation and then serenity of isolation, in which by the end, isolation seems to become a peaceful solitude. Very beautifully and evocatively written, as always!

  2. This is just perfect, John. Every line. The feelings. Perfect.

  3. Wow…amazingly beautiful…✨✨✨

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