Chorus of Blue

FREEWRITE: An Arrangement

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Freewrites, Poetry, Poetry, Writing

You ask me to consider an arrangementI have always liked daffodils, after allEven if they no longer smell sweet. So I stare at them, frozen in timeBrightening up the corner of a dark roomIn a dull, familiar way. You ask me to consider this arrangementIn lieu of any other; to settle upon almost lovelyInstead of fresh and new and slated to die You imply the risk, it is not directly statedOr maybe that part is me and my own apprehensionsSo many new arrangements have wilted and died. And you insist…read more

Feb.04

FREEWRITE: Paid

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Freewrites, Poetry, Poetry, Writing

I listen to the woman next door
So attentive and careful
Too attentive to be a mother

And I consider a nanny
or a maid.

If she tires in teaching this awful child
the game, I will know
it’s a grandmother:

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Feb.04

FREEWRITE: Announcement

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Writing

Someone has gotten them
all up in a fuss:

The birds are barking
madly! And I consider large beaks
and small
obnoxious eyes. Perhaps.

There are many names
for these sounds
and many sounds

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Feb.04

FREEWRITE: An Impact

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Writing

There-
beyond the gravel mound
An impact!
Horns blaring against one another
I look for
listen for other things

as the cars pick up
and move on
those I cannot see
and those that I can

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Feb.03

FREEWRITE: Fernweh

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Poetry, Poetry, Writing

In another life
I left, chasing the nuance of
a word.

Emerged from the tangles
of another language,
different-

Jan.28

Freewrite: The Mistake of Stillness

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Poetry, Writing

She found me againThough I’ve hidden with busy handsAnd every moment filled with mustsShe settled in on my heartover coffee and the mistake of stillness I’ve lied. I hide from the writingbecause I know what it brings.And I want to feel like William(Lonely, lonely! And best so!)But my heart longs for moreSadness makes for bitter company. So I will work with the fervency of the manicMy mind frantic with lists and absolutesI will work til someone drags me like a drunkardto a filthy unkempt bedI will work up to the edge of…read more

Dec.27

Freewrite: Our Power Flashed Out

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Freewrites, Writing

Last nightA deluge of rainOur power flashed outLeft us, then returnedThen left again I awoke in darknessNot prescribedAnd sought the blue lightPiercing through the voidHoping for something Sat up in the bedAfter an hour of exposureHead throbbingUnsure of what to do with myself Our power was back, trueGone completely unnoticedSo I tried to sit stillthough my bones moanedwith age I wanted to rise upwith some purpose;Wanted there to be a meaningfor the strange hourof my consciousness So I processed the laundryRecognized my body was sickMade medicineRinsed the spoon Felt all…read more

FREEWRITE: Dream, Home

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Writing

The children away at campExcept the little oneAnd the half child, hanger-on I think how good it would be to be without themAnd how lonely in the big bedSave the cat, lip swollenStaring in contempt I sleep with wild dreams All the anxieties coming to playIn the new half-quietMy daughter’s warm long bodyTaking up space. The strange desperation:getting to school on time and painful adventures in uncomfortable classroomstrying to find a way out and a way in at the same time. The always present impossibility of geolocation for our physical…read more

Dec.24

POEM: a long-term art

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Writing

here in the glow of you the ache finds a new place somewhere, somehow distant from my heart and i said: quiet dont talk about the future its funny that way loves a long-term art then patience for passion or miles to temper what fingers would fondle that quiet words start and whispers of always turned laughter at never the aching of distance your loving imparts -KH

Nov.23

Freewrite: After, Day 1

Posted by Kelona Hamilton in Writing

I’m gonna listen to all the right songs And watch all the wrong movies And cry and despair And scream and hate you and love you And want you and need you And feel the great wincing relief that it’s over. You’ve made it so And maybe you hoped I would fight But it was already over. Your kisses had become hard and stale And your love, soft And useless to me. Once I convinced myself Once I said, I rather be unhappy than be alone. But you wouldnt. So…read more

Nov.21