Chorus of Blue | The Works of Poet & Writer Kelona Hamilton

Ever since I was a young girl, I have been deeply fascinated by National Geographic magazine. The wonders of natural phenomena, distant cultures, space and the cosmos… it has all enthralled me for as long as I can recall. Early in life, I insisted my dream career was to be a NGeo photographer and travel the world capturing the unique beauty and wonder of this planet. As most childhood dreams fade, those did as well. But the fascination always remained.

Now, I’d like to take an opportunity to revisit that fascination directly, but to do so from where I stand now, as a writer.

POEM: Istikhaara

Posted by khamilton in Poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Writing

I made a prayer for guidance
And signs like meteors
came barreling forth

We sat on the lawn and watched them
light fire to everything
Each hope and near certainty
set ablaze

I saw the ash rise up in the air
like a warning
choked on it
coughed wept

Then we held hands and laughed

Jul.24

POEM: And I Regard My Own

Posted by khamilton in Poetry, Poetry, Writing

He said,
I just wish I could touch someone’s hand
like I used to.

And I regard my own
with broken electric conduits shrinking and
my heart sending pulses eeking through

I try to open the jar and there’s so much protest
How weak and trembling like children
they retreat.

I just wish I could touch someone’s hand
like I used to.

And I remember when the pencils first began to slip

Jul.23

FREEWRITE: You Write Back

Posted by khamilton in Poetry, Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

There’s eagerness
I’m grateful I’m not the only one

There has never been much hope for us
But I want to pour my heart out
Like a journal entry

We fish for these connections
hands wet in anticipation

So desperate to be loved
or understood

So weary of being

only desired.

Jul.12

POEM: Someone Ought To

Posted by khamilton in Poetry, Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

After years of
pretending
for what, I don’t know
I was openly unhappy
spoke frankly of how
the pleasure had gone
last night I stopped you
I said,

Jul.10

POEM: With Longing

Posted by khamilton in Motherhood Project, Poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Ten Minutes, Writing

You lie
feet hanging stiffly off the end of the mattress
Your soles
a soft, wrinkled peach
rubbing and twitching, occasionally
like a lazy cricket
distracted, perhaps
by the flutter of grass blades
or the squawking of birds overhead,
listening.

Jul.09

Freewrite: At 33 Now

Posted by khamilton in Writing

At 33 now
my body aches
the bend of my elbows
turns my hands cold as ice
my wrists cramp with every mouse click
my fingers stiffen with each key pressed
and my knees, too!
Howling under the desk
and my boney feet, even
so frigid and so hard.
there is no beauty
in a lack of blood flow

Mar.24