Mental Escape #6

This is the ultimate writing place in my mind.  I can see me, resting at

the water's edge, with a notebook in

my hand.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Just a Bit of Randomness (Maybe)

I think I'm on Plan H right about now.  But still staying cool.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Because Even in Your Absence, I Feel You

This poem is dedicated to my father, Jacob Jamison.  May you forever rest, in peace.

Wrestling Angels

for Jacob

It is daybreak.

My heart now limps through here,

torn at the hip of your

absence.  Last night

I wrestled with the syllables

of your name.

To wrench them from my longing, a

battle I couldn’t win.  But you

blessed me.

If merely by knowing.  I am

your legacy, breathing, still

living and flourishing. 

I am your breath, your

impression and blood.

Your countenance smiles through me

like God.

Just a Bit of Randomness (Maybe)

I applaud their efforts.

(photo via CNN)

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet