poetry by j matthew waters

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angel in the choir

my inner voice has taken
an unexpected leave of absence
forcing me to think for myself
for an indeterminable amount of time

perhaps she has taken wing
joining the fight to end inequality
whether right here at home
or half a world away

desperately alone without her
I pray without asking a single thing
cunningly convincing myself
she is finally being heard

july two thousand twenty
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breathing lessons

testing one two three
she repeats sliding closer
to the microphone
fists slightly clenched & by her side

she’s been learning to breathe
while singing for some years now
self-taught she tells people
like a master artist without a mentor
or any formal training

there is no one around
which can only mean one thing
and so she resumes painting a brighter future
one in which the world knows her name

july two thousand twenty
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learning not to lament casually

years of traveling
studying centuries past
retracing pages and journals
and footnotes of verse and meter
oh how I struggled
to find a voice

refusing to borrow or steal
never would I dare
ask permission to copy
voices from legends
of those gracing our presence
through fact or fiction

before it was too late
I came to understand
how my own voice was allowed
to coexist on a higher plane
expressing our eventual defeat
with dignity and beauty

december two thousand eighteen
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what’s stopping you

I cut you out of my life without
a tear or tantrum
freeing my mind from noise
that once crowded my thoughts
and dulled my senses
nearly leaving me motionless with
barely an original thought

over time a healing of sorts
reversed decades of
destructive habits
old impulses slowly replaced
by a voice discovering
its own truth
void of any outside influence

april two thousand fourteen
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In This Place

Diving deep inside your mind
I found the place
You speak about so often
Where laughter sounds like
Pretty cries and memories
Are but a movie seen
So many times

In this place I heard
Hummingbirds feeding
On red Bee Balms
And in the distance
Silhouettes walked
Into the falling sun
Along the coastal sands

In the background music
Could be heard
And after a while
I pretended the voice
Belonged to you

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august, two thousand eleven
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