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poetry by j matthew waters

when it rains


there is precipitation in the sky
improvising as falling ice
pinging partially-filled glasses
and producing magical notes
music piped into the city square
unexpected dancers sporting umbrellas
smiling under artificial light
twisting and twirling and portraying
life as a grand affair




february two thousand nineteen
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making room for more space


I’ve been keeping an eye on the sky
and an ear to the ground
deciphering signals that may
[or may not] be trying to reach me

forgive me for my absence
but I’ve been on an improbable mission
secretly recruited to test the limits
beyond the known exosphere

voices ebb and flow nearly undetectable
flashes of light impersonating
past and present and future
quietly striding along moving shadows

there is a breakthrough to be made
that much I am quite certain
but whether it happens in this world
[or the next] is subject to interpretation





february two thousand nineteen
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doorman takes five


so I let the cat out and in
again and again and again

I’ve taken up meditation
attempting to calm my nerves
but he keeps scratching at the screen
challenging me to hold my tongue

his entire repertoire is like a bad movie
and why I didn’t get up and go
after the first few scenes
is beyond me

I never heard of this polar vortex
but apparently it’s a real thing
forcing me to vacate the sunroom

meanwhile we’re all safely inside
staying near the fire

on occasion
he paws at a different door
and as always
continues to politic for treats




february two thousand nineteen
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as long as I remember


it wasn’t supposed to come to this
but here we stand at the precipice

oh how we keep saying tomorrow
is a brand new day
and now after all these years
tomorrow’s here to stay

one part of me says climb that hill
the other saying dig your way through

options are limitless
but we tend to focus on black
and white considerations
knowing full well [at this point]
there aren’t any bad decisions

and then there’s the river
flowing through it all
one day impersonating rebirth
the next day heaven on earth



february two thousand nineteen
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maximum resonance


I swore to myself I’d have
no more panic attacks
inside this lonesome tube
all kinds of drums
banging sporadically
and very much out of sync

you keep changing it up
with queer infrequency
just to keep me off my toes
no doubt

what if I fall asleep I say
by all means do try she says
but just don’t snore too loud
I’ve got a job to do

yeah right
how am I supposed to nod off
with all this racket going on
overpowering my greatest hits
you allegedly started piping in

you kept me yours much longer
than you promised you would
and by the time you finally
pulled me out
I hadn’t changed at all




february two thousand nineteen
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little lambs on the run


we pushed through the crowds
on a sunday morning
parting the layers of worshipers
basking in the sunlight
hoping for a final glimpse
what may lay on the other side

a scattering of us lived on
forever hand in hand
snaking through the spirited mob
as if we always existed
intention in our eyes
and redemption in our hearts




january two thousand nineteen
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a gathering of armies


they held the stars for ransom
loveless creatures of the night
coming and going as they please
like outlaw angels on the run

it’s difficult to track that which
leaps from moon to moon
pitting fire against magic
and heaven from hell

this is not the first or last time
boarding chartered flights
eyes shut tight and chasing
death to armageddon and back




january two thousand nineteen
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Hypnosis


Before opening up
believe in going back
where you understand most clearly
reasons for soliciting past-time travels

Tarnished pendulum swings
somewhat rhythmically
testing your peripheral and recessive vision
its motion repetitively pleasant
and incessantly inviting

Even insomnia can’t match the power
of precocious preoccupation
the subconscious mind questioning
suggestions from the beholder

During the reverie certain epiphanies
reveal themselves
standing alone and with merit
their undying truths
in need of further discovery



january two thousand nineteen
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strength in numbers


to be misunderstood
that is a common occurrence
among the masses
treading through the streets of life
unnoticed and mostly lost
but there is strength
beneath the prevailing current
an uprising brewing [so to speak]
on these forsaken streets
bound and determined
to return life to the dying
and a fresh voice to all those
willing to move forward




january two thousand nineteen
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counting blue birds


certain things bring tears to my eyes
but I’m not about to let anyone
in on my little secrets

she asked me ‘penny for my thoughts’
and I replied how I really miss
counting blue birds from the deck

autumn was short and the winter cruel
and I was forced to retreat
back to the days of my youth

how I wanted her to accompany me
but I needed her to stay behind
in case they return while I’m away




january two thousand nineteen
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trying to leave something behind


inside pockets or drawers or cupboards
there is something waiting for you

you won’t have to look hard or long
behind every corner there is something new
something I left behind just for you

I used to try too hard to get your attention
but now I drift here and there
like a colorful ghost pretending to be a flower
dropping faded petals along the way

by days end I close my eyes and unwind
picturing you as a little girl with a wicker basket
happily gathering my thoughts one after another




january two thousand nineteen
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feeding the dogs


mama’s in her element
barefoot in the kitchen
sporting blue pocket bib apron
wooden spoon in hand
tall boy budweiser in the other

adjacent room mostly in view
she takes in sights and sounds
expressing neither pride nor prejudice
pretending to understand
present and next generation

her boys should be gone by now
but here they remain
entertaining friends via
rock ‘n’ roll and video games
oblivious to an outer world
that is cruel and dangerous
and quite possibly alluring

if she had her own way
she’d have traded this scullery
long ago to be lost at sea
hand in hand with her young mariner
the one who promised her
the world is here for the taking





january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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