Friday, November 4, 2011

My Will to Blog Restored

Hello to all of the faithful readers who've been checking out my blog since its short existence, and any new readers who've stopped by from time to time.  When I started this, I was really amped, excited about sharing a bit of myself with anyone willing to listen.  But over this short period of time, something happened.  Blogging became a chore that I didn't like completing, much like laundry or taking out the trash.  It was something I felt like I had to do, but didn't enjoy at all.

Fortunately, something within me has been renewed.


Somewhere along the way, I started giving blogging, and writing in general, the cold shoulder.  But it's embedded in me, because it is truly a part of me.  So my icy disposition has lifted, and all of my reservations have thawed.  Today marks another new beginning, and the initial steps of taking this part of me to the next level.  Why?  Because it deserves it.  If we can't give our best, why give at all?

So to those of you who are still with me, thank you.  For continued support and helping me understand that this really makes a difference.  Here's to more rare moments to come.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Friday, October 28, 2011

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

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

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

Friday, October 21, 2011

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.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011