A Poem by J. Hampton


flutter down
all around us like cherry blossoms
or confetti
unexpected they come...
like bubbles
floating quickly
too many to capture

a smell
something fresh and clean
warm and familiar
sultry and enticing
that was there 
when we loved...

a taste that 
transports us
melts in our clutches

a sound
that echoed from a yesterday

a wonderment...
we have tucked in a pocket 
with crumpled wrong directions to somewhere

a glimpse
the flash of a smile 
that we cant forget
or connection

a lovely color ...
without a name
blown from Gods own palm
like a kiss
when our goodbye was too far away for words
to reach

they surround us
come and go quickly
like moments
in the hustle and flow
the mayhem...
they can be missed


© 2017 J. Hampton

Author's Note

J. Hampton
inspired by the universal absence of people all around me...looking down connect with whom they are not with
walking by lovely Giftlings
and yes I love to makeup words...I claim mother- lodes of poetic license
so only correct the actuals

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Love the words I've never heard here, like typically you my friend. Such beautiful sentiments of crumpled wrong directions to somewhere. Apt for the dry season in the cafe. You're back in a whirlwind of magnificence, three ticks and an overdue kudos for this piece of intelligent whimsy🌹

Posted 1 Week Ago

J. Hampton

1 Week Ago

Thanks Helen I appreciate you coming by for a very glad you are back...
Helen Woodward

1 Week Ago

My pleasure...
Amazing use of words and thoughts.
they surround us
come and go quickly
like moments
in the hustle and flow
the mayhem...
they can be missed"
I loved the above lines. They could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

J. Hampton

2 Weeks Ago

appreciate the read and reflection
Coyote Poetry

2 Weeks Ago

You are welcome. A amazing poem. I will return later tonight and read more.
J. Hampton

2 Weeks Ago

fantastic...I never send read requests so I appreciate that much
"Poetry surpasses grammar" Which, if one can trust C.S. Lewis, grants you a sort of creative license in this instance. (smile) Funny, but his little group of writers, (I believe J.R.R Tolkien was among their number) was called The Inklings. Those who look for miracles will see them everywhere in the most common of things; a blade of grass, a shadow or a cloud. But those who do not believe in such things would not be amazed at one rising from the dead and find some scientific explanation for it I suppose. I pray that I can keep a childlike sense of awe towards all things wonderful and beautiful or else my life might seem too mundane to continue. But that belief helps keep me alive. A pleasure to read your words again.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

J. Hampton

2 Weeks Ago

humble thanks Fabian

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 8, 2017

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