destination unknown

I’m a rough rider….
unlike Teddy Roosevelt
my stallion is a bike
not a horse
I ain’t gonna be
president either
my mark
for all to see
is the shadow
of my wheels
as they roll along
no matter how rugged
it gets
on or off the road
my legacy
is what’s left behind
when I pass by
like the rumble
of my hog fading away
as I cross over
the next hill
free to drive
wherever
I want to go
destination unknown

Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton ~

joy is in the air….

it’s a beautiful night
for this party
a spectacular view
from the balcony
which looks down
on the Hudson River
as its waters
flow to the sea
divine this moment
listen to the chime
make music
when the wind
gently blows
on its feather
the clapper then
plays a tune
on the tubes
joy is in the air….
is that the stairway
to heaven  ~
or is it that song
from Led Zeppelin
repeatedly playing
over and over
in my head
its melody….
do you
want to dance  ~

Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
Photo taken at Ye Olde Carlton Arms Hotel ~ NYC

’cause I saw it

how can I explain
to anyone
the feeling
that comes over me
each time I take a peek….
if but
for a moment
between the curtains
right through the suncatcher
in the window
to satisfy
my unquenchable curiosity
even if
like many times
nothing has changed
and yet
once in a while
I discover
something has
despite if
deemed insignificant
by another ~
’cause I saw it
and then….
I just have to smile

Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamillton~

morphic field ~ Carolyn Srygley-Moore

Super Moon

Image & Words dedicated to one of the greatest poets ever, my fellow artist and dear friend – Carolyn Srygley-Moore

should my art  ~  its intent
its design
be sculptured
laid out word by word
image by image
to attract the predisposed eye
of my peers…… or those deemed worthy
bequeathed intellectual elitism  ~  to give
that stamp of approval
so my creativity can then be touted
far and wide……
amongst the chosen caste
never given the opportunity
to shine on the everyday people
so they too….
by themselves
would come to know
experience fully
my artistic individuality

……..fuck no   ~
‘cause that ain’t the intent
behind the design
of my artistry

my art  ~  word by word
image by image….. is the embodiment
like Sheldrake ‘s morphic field  ~  resonance
a unique pattern of characteristics
assembled and choreographed
similar to a dance movement
laid out just so…….. those coming upon it
discover and experience
its
sole effect
its individualized
~  archetypical
artistic expression
interpreted by….. just them
not someone else
not so different than
the effect
of a super moon
moving across the horizon
on a cool spring eve

Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

until I am free…….

me…. the human-kind
I look
and then stand in awe
of your magnificence  ~
what a view
forgive
my inability
to contain myself
you make me feel
weak that way

…. then I
once again gain
my senses
how alluring
and deceptive you are
I am nothing more
than your prisoner
without hope of escape
not even in death
whether  ~
heaven or hell
my spirit will wander
until I am free…….

Image & Words ~Keith Alan Hamillton~

eureka ~ I’ve got it

oddly enough  ~  the empathy
which occurs
through the observance
of decomposition
manifests a reality
that rots away
any preconceived notion
progressively  ~  intelligently
enlightenment
slowly but surely
emerges from the decay

eureka  ~  I’ve got it

what appears to be…..
….. isn’t really forever

Image & Words by  ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

real as it gets

to the north as you peer out
the draped window
a part of the porch
this small enclosure
built on the side
of the little cape cod
style house
there is a wooded drumlin
where that maple tree
slants just a bit
as it reaches to the sky

for no particular reason
this Sunday morning
such a vista
gets my undivided attention
while drinking
a cup of coffee
my usual cognitive fussiness
suddenly dissipates……

…. now that’s about as real
as it gets

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~