Poetry Blogs (Renewal)
Jason Bayliss on Proud men i know (two short poems for father's day) (1 hour ago)
I am unsure of who I am
I no longer know what I mean to myself
I am thrust into the unknown
I feel alone and uncertain.
There is always more for me to learn
I have learnt so much
But actually so little.
The emotions I feel
Are old but I am sensing them in a new form.
A refreshing but frightening way.
Holding onto nothing
I am walking a tightrope
Clinging on ...
Saturday 21st April 2018 7:54 pm
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 4:13 pm
There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease...
Sunday 25th March 2012 9:20 am