I’m delighted to tell you that three of my poems have been published online today in Issue 7 of Littoral Magazine.
The poems are Life Without, Perspectives and Shaman. My thanks to Mervyn Linford for taking these poems.
The magazine can be found at
https://www.yumpu.com/en/document/read/65871859/issue-7-littoral-magazine-autumn-equinox-issue
We stumble along, believing we hold the map
Believing we guide our path or someone does somewhere
From the darkness to the light and back
The bird flies through the drinking hall and is gone
Leaving memories, echoes and silence
All we are is memories and echoes
All we can do is try to fracture the silence.
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Give me the hills
that I may look down upon life
and up into the infinite
that I may relish fresh air
and the walk behind me
Give me their space and quietude
the grace to understand
their perspective
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Written for EarthWeal
Surround yourself with beauty
Look at what you own
Is it beautiful or loved?
Does it give you pleasure?
Does it embody a memory?
Keep it
Possessions need to work for you
Need to lift you
Need to remind you who you are
Designer labels? Latest high tech? Do you need to follow the herd?
I sit in a room with books I love and want
With photos of those I love
With objects and art that say something to me
All bought on a shoestring
Possessions do not define me, they cannot say who I am
My poetry attempts that
But my possessions comfort me
my attempt to surround myself in beauty.
Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond
To find your heart’s desire first remove the dust from your eyes
Then rinse the pain from your heart and the worries from your mind
Ignore the chain of possessions and relationships that bind you
Look deep into your soul: What is your heart’s true and only desire?
Now, does it amaze you? Does it appall you?
Or did you not find one?
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Inspired by Leonard Durso https://leonarddurso.com/2016/06/10/the-hearts-desire/
Maybe we are not players on a stage
But in an orchestra
Each with a part to play
Integral to the whole
They tell us to aim high
Lead role, boss, the one and only
First violin
But so many of us thrive without the spotlight
The pedestal
What is a orchestra without a third row?
Empty.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
In Inspiration’s furnace
Poets work and strive
To create a Truth like glass
Clear, transforming
A window to other.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We have stopped and time
stretches, strains at the leash
pulling us back to where we left off
Look at the illusions we had
lay them bare, strip them of potency
think rather than fear
Do you really need to rush back
or can you move on
tempered, like steel?
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace
We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement
We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe
We are Human
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Find several boxes of various sizes
place them on the floor
cast sorrows into the smallest
make a grand throw of these
watch as the box splits, is soaked through with
shed and unshed tears
watch the resulting river
flow under the door
and out into the hallway
Look at the largest box, bring it into your arms
tender loving arms
hold it tight, not caring about the squashing
rumpling, loss of hull integrity
that is the box of happiness
Now fill it
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
