poetry by j matthew waters

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a watercolor recollection

my paper is yellow & my ink blue
the end product softly translucent
representing an open mind
open to all considerations
& consequences
the instrument in my hand trembles
tracing back memories
hundreds of thousands of hours
bluebells blooming madly
back in nineteen eighty-four

january two thousand twenty-one
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watercolor morning

oh darling
did you see the rainbow in the
early morning sky
[opposite the rising sun]
I had painted it for you
with eyes closed
far beyond
the green rolling hills

after the rains
I went slip-sliding away
[down the green
rolling hills]
running and tumbling
and somersaulting
willfully into
your watercolor eyes

december two thousand eighteen
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sailboats on the mississippi

she’s an artist
a watercolorist to be exact
her brushes her most prized possessions

she hardly notices as I brush her hair
her mind and soul recreating sailboats
racing parallel on the mississippi
winds and currents playing havoc on canvas
fading sun filtering through cumulus clouds

I’m lost in her world
imitating master backstrokes
eventually drowning in complicated brilliance

march two thousand eighteen
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it takes much longer than seven days
to create something as beautiful as you
but here I sit on the veranda
trying to figure it all out

there is no rushing perfection
there is only absorbing
taking in what light there is
and channeling into something else

mixing yellows and greens
and all sorts of shades of blue
the white of the moon
the white of a rabbit’s foot
of an eggshell
or a lost soul

certain brushes make better oceans
certain vessels travel magically through time
transmitting snapshots of sunrises
never before seen

and here on the veranda
light slowly crawls to the surface
waves softly slapping my face

july two thousand sixteen
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triangles in her eyes

the sails in this watercolor look
like albino shark fins
she said while stretching her
neck to one side

the whitecaps are amazing
she went on to say
they’re perfect equilaterals
one rolling into the next
below the prismatic horizon

she stared at the painting
for another minute
dabbing at her eyes before
reaching out for my hand

what’s the matter I asked her

I’m bored to death she said
we’ve got to get out of this place

january two thousand sixteen
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