poetry by j matthew waters

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manning the square-rigged caravel

it’s two in the morning and I find myself
chasing the obstinate moon across the north
atlantic en route to newfoundland

the rum had run out days ago
and tonight we tapped the second
of three kegs of hopped ale we
commandeered at gunpoint from an
english galleon with a skeleton crew

the monster waves are angry as hell
thanks to the bulging gibbous
but I’ve managed to tie myself down
at the base of the long beak
getting bashed and spitting out
marching orders
to all the flying ghostfish of pirates past

about the square-rigged caravel

march two thousand sixteen
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lost continents

they sailed along silver waves
in search of higher lands
the maps in their hands
aligned with ancient stars
that never shined so bright

under the bridge women rocked
stitching winter clothing
the children praying
for a higher power
to free them from their plight

as years turned into decades
mountains slowly emerged
caverns like beacons
calling forth their vessels
to dock within the light

september two thousand thirteen
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Stars on Water

When sails are set high
And the wind is just right
We can coast
Toward the shore
We can make it
Before light.

The stars up above
Are like a guide
That we trust
When their light
Reaches out
We know we are loved.

two thousand seven
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