My name is Jason Bayliss and I have written poetry since I was a young boy, a habit I have continued all the way up to the current day which is my 50th year on the planet. I do a tough and demanding job and in my down time I like to write and also love a bit of archery out in the woods. I've seen a fair bit of life. I tend to always write in rhyme and make no apologies for that, I put it down on paper how I hear it in my head. Although I love reading prose. I just love the insights that people share no matter how they share them. One of the greatest joys of the English language is it's complexity and how many of the words have several different meanings depending on context of their use, and I love the fact that you can write so many meanings into a poem with the use of just one word in the right place. The explicit often hides the implicit and I choose my words very carefully. In life, I laugh, I love, I'm a bit sarcastic (but only in a loving way) and I care. The creeping dragon that I use as my avatar is actually a painting of the Jabberwock, a nickname I picked up as a kid. In many cultures the dragon represents chaos, the opposite and antidote to order and the birthplace of creativity. The fact that it's creeping reminds me that the dragon is always at your shoulder. The fact that it's framed reminds me that it's my dragon and that I control it (most of the time). But you can't control a dragon forever.
Written in memoriam of my wife's mother who loved Wrens: Little Wren The summer was sweet and warm and long, The wheat and the barley grew high, And each day was graced by the joy of your song, But little wren, it's time to fly. Your chicks have grown swift and nimble and strong, They've taken their place in the sky, You've taught them well, taught them how to belong, So little wren, it's time to fly. We know you can't stay, can't stand winters grey, Must find a new place warm and dry, So open your wings and trust when we say, With our love little wren, time to fly.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Counting Sand (16/11/2020)
The Cracked Glass (15/11/2020)
Conscience, My Conscience (12/11/2020)
Sewing Needles (08/11/2020)
Cricket Bats & Persian Cats (02/11/2020)
Won’t Take Too Long (27/10/2020)
Take My Hand (25/10/2020)
Owning Stones (23/10/2020)
I Stand (17/01/2019)
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