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Images with Words Series: on the road with ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
Art in the form of Smartphone Photography (Images) in collaboration with Poetic Words.
air carried in bubbles
within this
froth like
substance …. water
slow in movement
downhill its course
slender in shape
concrete
the makeup
of its
river looking bed
not formed naturally
as they say
signs of tinkering
human craftsmanship
architecturally clever
while peaceful
and calming in spirit
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
my grandpa was a fiddler
who even made a fiddle once
supposedly like …
… a Stradivarius
but he never finished it ~
~ why
I don’t know
grandpa played the fiddle
by ear … he’d start singing
the lyrics
then follow
with the bow
across the strings
you’d hear
the words to the song
“Old Shep” ~
“When I was a lad
And old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows
we’d stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way”
and that’s how it was
as a lad … growing up listenin’
to his grandpa
just a fiddler and his grandson
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
as in the past …..
….. I’ve had to ride out
turbulent waters ~
experience fully
that emotional
pressure chamber
fortified by towering walls
of chaotic crapola …..
….. I’ve endured
the anguish
until I found a way
to emerge
as of yet
unbeaten
still willing and able
to move along …..
….. that highway
built for
the living to travel
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
no matter how much I travel
the deep ….
….. dark tunnels
of mental discontent
where the many burrows
filled with self-pity
falsely offer
a feeling of solace
to my burdened spirit
yes …… again and again
repeatedly pondering
the never ending extent
of my persistent misery
I’ve realized ~
~ such an existence as this ….
….. this is not really
a sanctuary
for the replenishing of
my soul
rather
a prison
I
need to free
myself
from
again and again
so I can experience fully ~
~ more fully understand
and appreciate
the journey
the lesson held
within the many passageways
that return me
to ….
….. the brighter
more optimistic
side of my reality
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
the rise of the majestic sun
across the horizon
how lucky for me to notice
its grand effect on the landscape
the way I perceive
my present reality …..
….. rays of light
almost heaven like
in appearance
with the treetops
perfectly complementing
the house
mostly
still covered
in the shadows ~
~ called home to someone
a place that gives
the sense of having roots
and to the hurried
passerby
such as myself ~
~ usually this marker
as to where
I’m at along the way…….
….. and yet
this morning
as time and space aligned
it held my attention
for more than
a brief moment
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
I may have started
as some faint light
along the wall ~ emanating
from the bottom
of a stairway
an insignificant glow
deemed by others
as not going anywhere
’cause of its dim
and seemingly weak
disposition …..
….. each step
I took
to lift myself up
from such a lowly beginning
was a struggle
with frequent
backward steps ….. until
out of sheer effort and will
I left below for good
this image of being
the lesser
individual ~
~ I raised my head high
above
my square shoulders
up past
the mental archetype
the so-called air of privilege
that elevated mist ~ floating
sanctimoniously
around all those
who think
their shit
don’t stink
like mine
the everyday kind
born common
with lesser opportunity
for a higher education
and societal classification …..
….. I overcame
not ’cause
of becoming
pompous
or ’cause
I am somehow
now
all that and more ~
~ but ’cause
I truly cared to care
beyond myself
and the act
of mere lip service
to actual deed
see ….. I ain’t got no
hidden agenda
this want to be some hero
some grandiose personage
I only want to be
remembered
as this little ember
of humanity
who had
this insistent glow
of selflessness
who made
at the end
of the day
a tiny
bit of difference …… helping
to spark
the luminous
transition
to enlightenment
a process of transformation
for the betterment
of all the humankind …..
…. if you want me
to stand in the stairwell
lost in your shadow
not lit enough
to be seen
’cause you
have judged me
as this lesser
inconsequential
human being
I say
go fuck yourself ~
~ stand back and watch
’cause
I’m gonna shine …..
….. peace out
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
can I for one moment
embrace the spirit of Poe
as I sit in the courtyard
of his museum
maybe not ….
I do know his
emotional torment
the sadness
associated with
the mood of darkness
where melancholy
is brought about
from hypersensitivity
the being tapped into ~
~ the cosmic vibe
the music of the spheres
however … I have not
found the harmony
as taught by Pythagoras
and yet the sound
the gibberish noise
does humanize
my poetic rendition
which I perceive
not only through the five
but the sixth sense as well
and if you factor in
personal inhibitions
my poetry
and prose
would no doubt be
somewhat different
than Poe’s ….. for instance
how he and I would describe
through word
the structural character
of the courtyard fountain
at the Poe Museum
just off east main street
in Richmond …. Virginia
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
the surf … that symbolic sea
of universal vibes ~
a milky way sort of vastness
crashes like a tidal wave
frothing my psychic disposition
with a swirling mixture ~
~ feelings and felts
muddled with emotion
conjoined with reflexive thoughts
reflective of systemic consciousness
macro and micro ~ cosmic
the collective ….. that global process
of thinking ~ where its waters
churn away
at the coast of
human reasoning
until it’s shoreline
the borderland
reaches a critical-mass
movement …. bifurcating ~ altering
the recurrent pattern
and the extent of its scope
embodied within the totality
of the human
mental landscape ….
….. never ~ never
due to
the complexity
of it all
to be
the same again
~lol~
just a normal
empathic
day of pondering
at the beach
for me …..
….. this sensitive ~ livin’
an existence of stupefaction
while standing
in the wake of life
as its mist
wets my thirst
for discovery
~peace out humanity~
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~
hope … no matter how small the chance
even if no more than the head
of a pin needle ~ a tiny ray of light
can shine through ….. the unlikely
then becomes possible
if
you
care
to believe and try
that’s the formula
which makes a wish
upon a star
come true
~peace out~
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamillton~
each step seems more treacherous
upon the slippery rocks
bathed in a poisonous
stream of deceit ….. by those
who appear innocent
and wise ~ sweet little darlings
in the eyes of their peers
and yet ~ beneath the cool waters
they swim like barracuda ….. and wait
until they can devour their prey
through the fabrication of petty gossip
Image & Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~