Fractured
Memories
Coming apart
Into ceramic pieces
Or bones chipped and broken
Or skin that has been carved open
To let whatever is left inside
Out.
Who knew
How quickly life could change
Unknowingly.
The happy face
Painted on
Cracks beneath the surface.
The dream
Collapsed under
Years of buried truths.
And deeper
Is the darker place
You succumb to
When there is nothing left
To hold on to
To pull you out .
Not rising above
But falling under
Into
Burned out ash.
J.Hamilton
snapshot. For my mother
Under your shadows
Basking in your silence
In childhood days;
My head resting on the earth
My gaze watching your outstretched limbs
Touch the sky.
This is a sacred place
Where I come
To give you my secrets
-to close my eyes
And think of your breath on my face
On a hot day.
And how I give you my dreams
And how each dream
Leafs
And you hold them
In safe-keeping .
-J. Hamilton
A cool wind
moves through the trees
encircles everything that
has been soaked with rain.
Its quiet breath
cools the wings
of a resting bird,
touches the ends of a squirrel’s fanned out tail.
Great dimpled puddles
shimmer like reflecting ponds.
I walk through the grass barefoot
for no reason other than to
reach the puddles
that amazed me once
with childhood wonder.
My naked feet skim the top of the shallow water
then become submerged
in rain and soil.
It feels like standing in an ocean
with the sandy bottom
cradling my feet,
moulding them like potter’s clay.
-J. Hamilton
I remember
A girl who I once knew
Who loved horses,
The smell of rain,
Long summer days
And the quiet sanctuary of
Her little imaginary world.
Her dream world;
Her safe cocoon.
One day, I knew it was time to leave.
The garden gate opened and we parted ways.
Now she has found a place in you.
Though I know one day you too will leave
Part from your cocoon
And fly.
But you will never forget who you were
Before you left
Your childhood. -J. Hamilton
Le cose piu belle (the most beautiful things) 