Josh Matthews Poetry
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A poem a day, more less. Mostly more.
I saw a picture of Mary Oliver today,
The first I’ve seen, I think.
Wind blown hair, chunky glasses,
On the back of a slim volume
About understanding poetry.
I’m not sure why I avoided
The sight of her, the image of her,
A certain way of knowing and seeing.
“Never meet your heroes,” perhaps.
The first I’ve seen, I think.
Wind blown hair, chunky glasses,
On the back of a slim volume
About understanding poetry.
I’m not sure why I avoided
The sight of her, the image of her,
A certain way of knowing and seeing.
“Never meet your heroes,” perhaps.
July 31, 2025 at 7:53 PM
I saw a picture of Mary Oliver today,
The first I’ve seen, I think.
Wind blown hair, chunky glasses,
On the back of a slim volume
About understanding poetry.
I’m not sure why I avoided
The sight of her, the image of her,
A certain way of knowing and seeing.
“Never meet your heroes,” perhaps.
The first I’ve seen, I think.
Wind blown hair, chunky glasses,
On the back of a slim volume
About understanding poetry.
I’m not sure why I avoided
The sight of her, the image of her,
A certain way of knowing and seeing.
“Never meet your heroes,” perhaps.
Gatorade Zero
We create such beautiful things and hide them in the lowliest of places.
The orange glow of Gatorade would move us to tears if it fell upon us in a late autumn sky.
But it is really no less beautiful here or now.
It is we who are changed.
We create such beautiful things and hide them in the lowliest of places.
The orange glow of Gatorade would move us to tears if it fell upon us in a late autumn sky.
But it is really no less beautiful here or now.
It is we who are changed.
July 21, 2025 at 8:30 PM
Gatorade Zero
We create such beautiful things and hide them in the lowliest of places.
The orange glow of Gatorade would move us to tears if it fell upon us in a late autumn sky.
But it is really no less beautiful here or now.
It is we who are changed.
We create such beautiful things and hide them in the lowliest of places.
The orange glow of Gatorade would move us to tears if it fell upon us in a late autumn sky.
But it is really no less beautiful here or now.
It is we who are changed.
Reposted by Josh Matthews Poetry
Morning. Song,,🐦🐦
April 12, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Morning. Song,,🐦🐦
