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poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the category “Nature”

just like a satellite


out back the boys chewed
on tobacco they called butterflyweed
and not a one of them had a single
thought in their head

inside the girls worked batch
after batch of monster cookies
television set playing in the background
radio blasting pop rock
not a one of them ever not talking

somewhere along the line
these monarch butterflies fly overhead
like an orange sundog drifting along
arcing like a rainbow through the midday sky



june two thousand seventeen
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inspiring to be free


it’s three o’clock and I’ve no place to go
whether it be day or night
or minutes before or seconds after

physically I am not paralyzed
though my mind is working on making it so
playing on the pretense
I have the power to make time stand still

birdsongs stream through an open window
a background score composed and
recorded by a higher power

like a man in a trance I rise to the occasion
and find myself reaching out into the darkness
collecting whole notes and half notes
quarter notes and many other partial notes
stashing them into a leather satchel
so that I may later release them
after I am well on my way



june two thousand seventeen
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rewriting the nuclear era


summer has never been so close
knocking hard
loud and clear like a thunderclap

if you didn’t hear that
you may as well be deaf
I murmured
but there was nobody around
to absorb my spoken words
except for nightbirds and spiders
and hackers inside my laptop

there are many weeds needing
pulling and much soil needing turning
I keep telling myself
but in the middle of the night
none of that is occurring
at least not in real time

come monday morning nobody
may remember exactly what transpired
whether it be a history rewritten
or saplings thriving free of gasoline



june two thousand seventeen
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atomic rain clouds


if the morning sun
rising above the horizon
whether seen or unseen
is not enough to inspire you
then by all means sleep in

otherwise rise to the occasion
and take to the skies
awarding your condition
by reaching a peace within
a peace which cannot be attained
without addressing the unspeakable



june two thousand seventeen
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just before the calm


there is symmetry in your words
aloft and capacious
passing through like clouds

I used to love the way you talked
but that was long ago
and though I’ve tried I can’t consciously
recall the rhythm or the flow

those wind chimes you hung
still haunt me so
how they suddenly appear out of thin air
colorless and perfectly soundless



june two thousand seventeen
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the next rainbow


water-colored clouds fill the sky
painted bird flexing her wings
sitting atop chalkboard line

everywhere there is repetition
right down to nanocreatures
living and dying in nanoseconds
catching wave after wave after wave

clouds give way to a super sun
washing out the painted bird
taken to flight and searching again



june two thousand seventeen
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it’s never too late


I’ve found myself so many times
it’s hard imagining finding myself again


in the garden everyone feasts
the bird
the butterfly
the rodent and the worm
insects and felines and canines
stamens and pistils
day lilies and night owls
tree limbs and branches hanging fruit
angels and devils and humans
shoving shovels into the ground
stirring and spawning new life

meanwhile the sun and moon
(and the season known as spring)
continue to operate like a heartbeat



june two thousand seventeen
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one night in the merry month of may


vanilla wafer moon clears away the clouds
showering my window with midnight light
slowly stirring me to consciousness
undoing the spell long ago cast by my
darling clementine on her deathbed



may two thousand seventeen
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reliving the mesozoic era


from what I understand
any day now the poles
are going to switch
and the dinosaurs
     they could soon thereafter
be right back in the picture



may two thousand seventeen
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cloud interpretations


there is this disconnect that exists
somewhere inside us
hanging out on the fringes
shadowed by a sun dog
pretending to be a drone

virtual viruses take a back seat
to the literal kind
the ones that erase real people
at incredible paces
unable to be stopped
(let alone undone)
by a simple kill switch

when you tug on the string
dangling inside your periphery
do you get a showering light
spreading good news
or is it something quite the opposite
or something else entirely



may two thousand seventeen
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after the last day of april


it’s the first of may and all I have left
is this desire to sleep and
witness ruby-throated hummingbirds
feasting upon the flowers



may day two thousand seventeen
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inner sanctuary


it’s impossible to hear the spoken word
when the rains fall so hard
killing the song
making good intentions just plain wrong

these eyes find light in the strangest places
sitting alone in the dark room
conversing within
making up stories without lies or deceit

walking in broken shoes on crushed stone
I listen for the least sound
signals from the sun
still images of havens inside the wasteland



april two thousand seventeen
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