poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “color”

repainting the town

we’re going to paint the town
it’s only a matter of deciding
which color

and therein lies the dilemma

while red is the obvious choice
it’s become socially unacceptable

along those lines you may as well
eliminate yellow or any shade
of black & white

politics aside I find myself redefining
the painter’s palette
offering the world brand new colors
but asking you (& only you)
which one we’ll be going with

september two thousand twenty
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diamonds in your eyes

there is color behind those clouds
behold and open your eyes
there’s much more to discover
beyond this black & white world

do not cry moonchild of mine
unfold your palms from your eyes
[and even though you cannot see]
soon you’ll learn to read & write

I’ve described myself to you
in so many words and phrases
and yet you ask to touch my face
telling me to keep quiet for a minute

at least there’s color in my voice
[you tell me beneath your breath]
hands in your pockets & looking away
as if there are diamonds in your eyes

november two thousand nineteen
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rethinking a black & white world

I’ve paper but haven’t
any pen or pencil
anything reasonably
reliable to transfer
my scattered ideas
into chicken scratch

I’ve been feeding
my inconsistent thoughts
with edible charcoals and inks
yet nothing seems
to be sticking against
this stark white wall

restless and rummaging
for snacks inside the pantry
I accidentally uncover
finger paints of all colors
cleverly concealed
inside plastic eggshells

march two thousand nineteen
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lemon alabaster

“I’m sorry I can’t come
to the phone right now
I’m working on my imagination”

What kind of message is that
I ask her
perturbed about not getting
a return call three days now

she’s doing her nails on the
propped-up la-z-boy
eyes looking down
muted x-files rerunning on the wall

it’s not a message
it’s a greeting
she says
still looking down
working her file like some
violin virtuoso

she’s a bitch
that’s all I got say
my eyes darting about
searching for the remote

I’ve dreamed up a new color she says
do you want to know what it is

no I do not I reply
I just want her to call me back

march two thousand eighteen
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there I told you so

I always thought there wasn’t
much diversity in wildflowers
whether growing out of the ground
or painted on walls

the longer I hang out here the more
I’m convinced it has nothing
to do with the questions

you cannot see the spectrum of colors
inside your own eyes
yet you can experience
everything behind the clouds

and when there are no clouds
(in the sky)
you can simply lean back
and quietly say there
I told you so

april two thousand seventeen
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