Matt Hetherington / Poetry


i want, i want, i want
whatever it might be
that i happen to be wanting

today it is a view
of where the desert meets the sea

instead what i get
is a plane-flight over rivers of roads
superb ideas that pass like smoke
and birds that cut nothing

i won’t take my time
i’ll leave it behind me
like the wake some hallowed hand creates
floating every bit of the way

© Matt Hetherington
Previously published in fourW

The Dreaming Tree, Photograph © by Christian Spenser

The Dreaming Tree, Photograph © by Christian Spencer

4 thoughts on “Wake

  1. I’ve been following your work for some time now, i do love your style in writing. I really love poetry and yours intrigue me.

    Thanks for sharing.

    I was hoping, if you’ve got the time, maybe you’d take a look at my latest post perhaps? I would love some thoughts, positive feedback and/or constructive criticism. It’s titled “The Physics of my Magical Black Hair” and is Part 3 of my project I’ve called “Black Enough”:

    I really do hope you enjoy it and are blessed to share 🙂

    God bless,

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