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Kathi Hamilton

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Concord, CA, US

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Passages

by

Kathi Hamilton

day fades for me
as my once, so clear
vision
begins to take from me
my favorite places...
saddened
i lay on earth's brown bed
sheeted in grass green,
soft hands holding head...
did someone steal
the stars...
i was not warned
"going out of business sale
catch a falling star
one per customer
two days only"
then
i stretch out, belly down,
eyes to edge of ocean
and because i no longer see
where the sky meets land
in tranquil kiss
i feel left out
and pout becomes me...
finally
saddled up against the hard bark
of a softly scented lilac tree
in pacific grove
knees to chest
i wait, heavy with
anticipation
to feel the touch of
one, tired from travel
butterfly
my shoulder ready
to welcome
this kindred spirit
then
i gather my disappointments
around me
and tell them how ashamed of them
i am...
that i should pout so long
when
in my heart i know that
the steady drum of
i told you so
that beats a steadfast path
to the gate of my maker
is always returned to me
in a note
on paper wings
that reads
"it is not the time for
his loss to be my gain"
so
i reach to feel you
tracing the lines
of your furoughed brow
as fingers greet in hello
and do you know
just how glad i am
i still can see...
feel your tranquil kiss...
you, my kindred spirit
my soul mate
~
we have not yet
run out of
time


Their Prayer at the Altar of Want

by

Kathi Hamilton

as candles dance
against walls
with ears and eyes...
he lowers
the passion of
his voice and
his words tumble from him
climbing into me
~
i feel the sweat of palms
slowly walk across
thighs and bellys
sliding up hills and
slipping down
valleys
all the time
feeling the embrace of
his whispers
~
i have been here before
the place
but not the passion
and i feel myself rise
up against
the heat
phoenix like
and break through
the touch of him
pulling him
deep into the well of me
oh this passion
of voices
in ahh and ohsss
sacrificed
at the altar of
do not stop...
do not stop...
as he takes me
again and again
and then the slow
descent
of
sound
plumments
from this high
we have scaled
and we fall into arms
that catch and hold
and we become
for the first time...
each others port
as we pray for yet,
another storm


Slumber Song

by

Kathi Hamilton

your music
is a bed in which
i could spend my days
in twilight sleep
~
not only does the sound of you
soothe this savage beast
but it cradles
me
holds my heart
hostage
with unchained melodies
offers my soul
solace
~
you could make love to me
note by note with
this music of you
your passionate
concerto
melodious and songful
begging me
stay
~
my piano man
harmonic master
gone are my sleepless nights
your lullabye
of sweet caress
no longer am i
restless
within it's arms
~
play for me
your symphony
~
rest with me
in the arms of
morpheous


On Becoming Fifty

by

Kathi Hamilton

i slay daily dragons
too many endings
not enough beginnings
they hold it against me
as i submit to my fate
apologetically
~
i understand sweet beginnings
and though i detest them,
bittersweet endings...
it is the in betweens
i miss
the continuing on of
day to day
emergence of thought
does he, did they, will she
~
i miss the boredom
of, what am i doing here,
and regret that
i didn't have more
strength then...
then,
reaching across an empty table
i offer my hand to
the me i thought i was
and feel a bridge
being built
~
finally,
here,
at the middle of my raod
we can all step into
the same shoes
and walk the same road
~
oh, muse of mine
share this sacred day...
i give you
my poetry, my paintings, my fine art of conversation
they are who i am
i am ready to serve you
for i have learned to
stand alone
~
i have been blessed with
the best of love and the worst of love
the journey
an unbelievable walk through time
though not quite yet the autumn of my life
~
sitting now
lost in an ocean of reflection
finally admitting my
truth
i am at peace with
this woman
i am comfortable
within her skin tight charm
she makes me laugh
and cry with an abundance of tears
and no longer lets me down...
it has been a long time coming...
~
but i have come
to love this woman
proudly
as she stands alone
~
becoming fifty