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poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “climate change”

09 Jun 2024

where did the snow go


where did the snow go
after all was said & done

even the mountaintops
are void the color white
gale-force winds
snuffing the candle’s wick

where did the snow go
after the seasonal rains

brooks & streams & creeks
swelling and flowing
rivers beyond banks & lakes bulging
like the waxing gibbous moon

where did the snow go
or was it simply sleight of hand

eyes looking upward
into an unfamiliar troposphere
tricking the mind into believing
the brilliance is forever gone


june two thousand twenty-four
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26 Apr 2019
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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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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , ,
03 Nov 2013
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change in forecast


we talked about the weather
how it would destroy us all
how it would appear out of nowhere
and blow away our dreams
just when everything seemed
to be falling into place

we spent hours catching up on time
that never really belonged to us
that somehow tricked us into thinking
seasons forever cycle

in the end all we could talk about
was the weather
and then we went our separate ways



november two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
17 Feb 2013
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hailstorm


we ventured out into the wilderness
and manipulated pieces of steel
with nuts and bolts
using handmade tools and human ingenuity
assembling giant creatures
ten stories tall
with ravenous appetites
plunging them headlong
deep into the earth
where they feed on subterranean elements
and spew their wasteful byproducts
out into the troposphere
for clouds to absorb
and recycle as violent weather
bombing war-torn cities


february two thousand thirteen
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Posted in In the City, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,

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