poetry by j matthew waters

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this day our daily bread

we worked the fields
wielding sickles
and scattered thoughts of
one day crossing the
border into worlds
before unseen

we step and sway and cut
and sing in praise as
women and children
transform the stalks into
bundles for the wind
and sun to remedy

we left the fields
nearly naked and dotted
with purposeful randomness
our backs still strong
our minds set on preparing
this evening’s meal

september two thousand thirteen
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the apprentice

i snuck into the world
through a backdoor
you carved into a rolling hill
where you worked the earth
with your creative hands

with perfection in mind
you made my eyes
the lightest shade of blue
and my skin varied
depending upon the light

your blood flowed within
nourishing my heart
and strengthening my mind
as i learned how the earth
recycles all living things

through time and patience
i came to understand
how the secrets of the clay
could beautify and nourish
a world starving for love

october two thousand twelve
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all rights reserved

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