poetry by j matthew waters

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the beautiful and the silent

she arrived unannounced
redirected from an unknown god
breaching the exosphere without a sound

though coming to life by starlight
she disguised herself as human
finding solace within her own garden

as time passed the ground flourished
showcasing colors never before seen
reshaping the landscape of a parallel world

april two thousand seventeen
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right to remain silent

it was nothing you said
she assures me
walking away toward the kitchen
her left thumb wrapped in a wash cloth

she had managed to stop the bleeding
but not the awkward
mood of the room
that quickly dissolves into some
sort of silent aura

you know I go on to say
there was a time when respect
actually meant something

yes there was a time
I go on to say
under my breath
slowing my pace
nearly whispering
listening to every single word
I had been meaning to say

april two thousand seventeen
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where the trees had fallen

taking trails less traveled
led me to where the
trees had fallen
where horses long ago
abandoned the woods

falling to my knees I
listened ‘neath the silence
felt inner earth’s heartbeat
inside my very bones
faintly alive and hurting

lost generations remain
charred in this place
recycled into ghostly ashes
reshaped into
ever-changing apparitions

silence ensued and robbed
me of all my thoughts
leading me to believe
the only way out was
through my imagination

october two thousand fourteen
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sound barrier

the room trembled with silence
as i sat alone on the high chair
punching keys and the space bar
with fingers and thumbs

moments earlier the silence
was interrupted with the clip clip clipping
of the fingernail clipper
and i remember thinking
what a masterful invention it was
as i purposely cut the left hand nails
much shorter than the right

the room’s silence grew louder
with terrible thoughts racing out of my mind
ricocheting off the walls and ceiling and floor
before returning to my fingers
and magically appearing on the plasma screen

i remember thinking it was such an awful silence
as tears of joy swelled in my eyes
my fingers racing millions of miles per millisecond
traveling beyond space and time
before crashing beautifully
into this alien creation

october two thousand twelve
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