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poetry by j matthew waters

Archive for the tag “water”

depending upon the moon


lost in the chase
that damn rat race
or whatever it is you want
to call it
going about things
wearing a dumb smirk
or a wry smile
not giving a damn about
how big is the ocean

you always believed
it’s best to live & die
near water
a little smarter
millimeters along the way
separating the noise
from the substance
often disguised as killer waves
or slow-motion currents





june two thousand twenty-three
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something to believe in


the brook has dried up
courtesy of an angry sun
that which used to babble
has grown silent
what once was something
to believe in
now a distant memory

prisoners in chains
march along the dry bed
littered with rock & bone
and unmitigated misery
collecting pieces of a past
now fully exposed
where water once flowed





october two thousand twenty-two
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water in the pail


I’ve not walked on water for so long
I’m beginning to fear it may
never happen again

contemplating such improbabilities
I’m often carried back in time
becoming water in the pail
transported from the river to village

once among the populace
I’m both a god and commodity
bringing smiles to little ones’ faces
and comfort to the weary

but if I had a choice
I’d remain at the water’s edge
hoping for a chance to walk again





may two thousand nineteen
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disciples of the stream


the stream imagines
whatever lies inside the mind
projects audial nuances
favorable to the heart and soul

the stream has babbled on
since before babylonia was born
before the seeds of creation
transfigured into the living garden

the stream provides sustenance
and everlasting grace
offering those who worship her
glimpses of alpha and omega


august two thousand thirteen
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there is nothing holy in hypocrisy


why have all the scholars
and scribes and high priests
why have they sealed up the
words of the prophecy
exposing their selfishness
and secrecy for all to see

I have scaled the city walls
and found a new world
where the seeds of truth
sprout from my cupped hands
and water flows like a fountain
deep within the desert



june two thousand thirteen
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without a wish


the river ran dry
the year of the drought
collapsing the water table
atop its own legs

the wishing well closed
from lack of moisture
turning back all the day dreamers
hoping for change


september two thousand twelve
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awakening


flatfooted on the edge
of a supersized
new york city highrise
i calmly stand tall
like an olympian diver
slowly rising to her toes
before falling into twisted
recollections of fetal positions
and outstretched arms
a trail of shuttering thumbnails
racing faster and faster
until forever buried
below the water’s wake



august two thousand twelve
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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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