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poetry by j matthew waters

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precious is the night


I was looking for some sort of sign
a little something to let me know
you were alive and well

as the electrical storm rolled in
I could detect your precious thoughts
coming through in fits and starts

though the pain in my hands
worsened from the impending doom
I managed to subdue my foreboding
whilst transcribing reassuring poetry





may two thousand nineteen
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late bloomers


it still feels like April
the world going nowhere fast
like a vinyl forty-five spinning
soundlessly on a turntable

of course there’s nothing
wrong with slowing things down
at least according to Simon
who relentlessly kicks
down cobblestones

cool rain comes and goes
like a game of peek-a-boo
tamping down
good-intentioned deeds
and daffodil dreams

despite all the outside noise
a quietness remains within
silently reminding you
there’s always a way out





may two thousand nineteen
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change in forecast


the hour is fast approaching
and the well has run dry

a mother sends her child with pail
in hand out into the wild
instructed not to return home
empty-handed

the city is safer than the jungle
during the rainy season
talking heads on social media
furthering the debate

a fire breaks out in the country
ignited by lightning
chasing four-legged chattel
into the next county

a daughter sits alone in chair
rocking slowly in the dry heat
feeding her thoughts with patience
while practicing her breathing

the hour is fast approaching
and suddenly the well is overflowing





april two thousand nineteen
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attracting butterflies


how the garden grows
in my absence

photos clicked and sent
my way via
short message service

I don’t own a device
anymore
but I can still receive

be they still or moving
or downright blossoming
it matters not

I like the bleeding hearts best
almost always first
or second to arrive
depending upon the winter

I promise I’ll be back soon
it’s only temporary
where I’ve been
or where I’m going

if memory serves me right
the tulips will be next





april two thousand nineteen
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drawing lines in the sand


with earth day fast approaching
how cannot images of
cosmic collisions cross my mind
planets spinning
dramatically out of control
elsewhere within the milky way

astrologically speaking
the local gods continue
to reconsider scientific law
the orion arm their local playground
occasionally bringing
mother nature to her knees





april two thousand nineteen
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wondering what tomorrow will bring


white swans on the lake
united as a collective or afloat
as solitary souls
spotted here and there
like triangular sails at a standstill
soft and steady raindrops
pelleting the reflective surface
all around them

soon all daylight will be gone
and I will have exhausted my stay
an unfamiliar melancholy
sinking in as replacement lights
emerge one by one
leaving me wondering
how long the swans will remain
after I’m gone





april two thousand nineteen
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the big thaw


sheets of ice seem to be shrinking
right before our very eyes
but where are all the puddles I ask you
shouldn’t there be countless
puddles of mud

you give me the cold shoulder
retreating effortlessly
and just like those large sheets of ice
you recoil unto yourself
leaving not a drop in your wake





march two thousand nineteen
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momentary levitation


we danced and we laughed
far into the night
moonlight in our eyes
and tomorrow nothing
but a meaningless notion

invisible music plays
against the wind
turning tree branches
into violin strings
and sounding like
birdsong vibrations

we dance and we laugh
far into the night
while tomorrow is simply
a notion in our minds
that may or may not
come to pass





march two thousand nineteen
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windswept at midnight


which way the breeze blows
depends on the mood
of the moon
influenced by waves
continuously at play

high winds do sweep
those blues skies away
turning dirt into dust
and hopes into dreams

inner thoughts recede
settle near the edge
of the sea
waiting on the tides
to rule on a lover’s fate





february two thousand nineteen
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resonant ice trails and iridescent wave forms


there is light coming through
the clearing of the trees
signaling a harbinger of some sort
worthy of pursuing

nearby river flows slowly
as local stream remains silent
life forces beneath the surface
struggling to be noticed

diving deeper into the woods
a peacefulness transpires
while high above the treeline
raptors survey the surroundings
stealthily tracking your every footfall





february two thousand nineteen
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the inevitable flow of life


they enter this world as children
of the same spirit
learning the laws of the land
and the laws of nature
exploring causality and karma
testing the limits of physicality
touching that which cannot be felt

they’ve been known to walk on water
and fly like the birds of the sky
but in reality they are simply children
born of the same spirit
free to define themselves here on earth
living to learn and learning to die
just like you and me




january two thousand nineteen
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present tense


what remains is what remains
once the riptide disrupts the flow

winter snow dissolves into thin air
revealing what was thought to be dead

north wind arrives before the dawn
energetic and surprisingly warm

fingers and toes begin to wiggle
deep inside the belly of the creator

there is comfort in barren trees
supported by the richness of the earth

fear not the ghostly new moon rising
giving reason to breathe yet again




december two thousand eighteen
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