Category: (WIS) Images with Words Series: on the road with ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

beyond the entrance
to the cemetery
where I walk
on occasion  ….
…..   just past
that marker  ~
~   you know
the one
which says
“1/2
mile
To
Center”
right before
the slight bend
to the left
which leads to  …..
……   the yellow house
built CIRCA 1796
as the sign on it explains
for one reason
“THE SPITE HOUSE,
sited to block
the neighboring brother’s
view toward town.”
are these
mysterious markings
imprints in the pavement
sort of Bigfoot – ish
Sasquatch
in characteristic
that cause    
cars approaching
to slowdown
suddenly   ~   only to
preserve
the longevity
of struts/shocks
and the drivers
from whacking
their heads
on
the ceiling   ~   preventing
impact …..   leading
to a concussion

peace out   ~
~   Town of Northborough
spring is here
road repairs  …..
……   please commence
this ain’t 1796
and a horse and buggy trail

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

when I saw you
the sun’s light
was gently illuminating
the flow of your frame
while it cast its rays  ~
~  upon all
that surrounded you
sort of enshrining
the moment
with a majestic glow
where I naturally
whispered
to myself …..
…..  just perfect

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

like the delicate
tiny wild flowers
as one
shaped
into
a beautiful
bouquet
it’s the small
things in life
that really matter
and are everlasting   ~
~   how you choose
to treat a fellow
human being
is more significant
and rewarding
than beating down
your enemy …..
……   well
to the person
of principle it does  ~
~  one little
act of kindness
is more powerful
does more good
builds more unity
and ongoing
cooperation
than brute force
to the point of
submission
where power and fear
are used to instill
the temporary
mindset
of a conquered
broken people   ~
~   until the will of
the people
is rejuvenated
a little bit at a time
then the united call
for freedom
fills the land
with the spirit
of rebellion
and cooperative
anarchy
becomes the result …..
…..   like the delicate
tiny wild flowers
as one
shaped
into
a beautiful
bouquet
it’s the small
things in life
that really matter
and are everlasting

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

like soapsuds …….  water bubbles
float along in patterns
where symbolic interpretation
is left
to the observer’s
imagination
lured by the reflective
shallow water
clear as a mirror
and mesmerizing enough
to hold  ~
~  the daydreamers’
attention
as if spellbound
where toil and trouble
are briefly forgotten

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I went in search for …..
…..  the spirit of Poe
to maybe get a feel
one little inkling
as I saw an artifact
of his creation
before me
some sign
left behind
or a hidden treasure
not yet discovered
for me to realize   ~
~  what I did see
what I did feel
was no surprise to me
but more a sense
of familiarity
the struggle of life
the wants
the hopes
the dreams
along with the triumphs
and failures  …..
…..  emotional pains
sorrows
the joy and
the loss of love
the need to express
the experience of it all
through the spirit
of words   ~
~   and this
type of spirit
is something
both Poe and I
have in common

Image & Words by    ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

tattered and used ….   lookin’
well worn in
later years
less active
than in the past
actually silent
since
the old man
passed away
more a relic
this shrine to a fiddler
and his fiddles
which musically
gave testament
when bow …..
….. slid across string
fueled with
the wandering spirit
of his Scot-Irish roots

RIP Grandpa Hamilton

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

it’s as if I should hail
a cab
to somewhere
’cause everyone else
seems headed to a party
or leaving one
at 3 AM
in the morning
so much for sleeping ….
…..  geez
who can
rest
every cabby in NYC
is tooting their horn
a yellow sea of commotion
fuckin’ with   ~
~  this insomniac

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

it’s not that I don’t want
to be in love …   feel giddy
all over inside
what fool
wouldn’t want that   ~
I’ve felt that way before
yes ….   I was in love
and yet
those I was in love with
were not in love with me  ~
~  I’ve tried my best
in later years
to not fall in love
with someone
who is not in love with me

maybe ….   oh maybe
I shouldn’t hope
for that kind of love
but somehow
I feel I deserve it   ~
is that to much to ask
in a world filled
with people not loved

maybe so ……
……   I guess
there are those like me
I’m not that abnormal
I am not alone

the horizon tonight
is gorgeous

don’t feel sorry for me

peace out

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

I see myself ….   walking
on the rooftops
of this vast city
called the world
where all
the ills of the people
are beneath
the bottoms of my feet
about to pull me
down into tragedy
the debauchery
in the streets
I see myself ….   gazing
at the skyline
of tall buildings
saturated with this
gloomy gray
in silence I pray  ~
~  my mind
and its elevated
state of high
will be not as affected
by the bleakness
that’s quickly settling
around the body
to immobilize my spirit
I see myself …..   jumping
within this frenzy
of notion
to find freedom
at last   ~

I stop and take hold
right at the roof’s edge
and like many
times before
I suddenly decide
I’ll hang on …..
…..  at least for now

don’t
fuckin’
judge
me
or my words
as if you know
’cause
right at the roof’s edge
is my  ~
~  yes my
recurrent
realm
known to me
as normality

peace out….

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~

if I could see beyond the sea
across the milky way
to the farthest spot
in the universe ….   would I see
myself
looking back at me
through the viewer
of my Smartphone camera   ~
~   or has my mind
undergone
an imaginary
sort of ripple effect
seemingly causing
me to peer
way more into
the shadowy reflection
off the shallow
pond water
captured in a photo
I took of myself
as I curiously
wander
the sidewalks
that help to reveal
the majestic sites
around and about
downtown Los Angeles

Image & Words by   ~Keith Alan Hamilton~