My borndae

Today is my birthday, the 36th year of my existence on this earth, I thank the Maker for keeping me going all these years. I wish I could celebrate with a post for my readers, but sadly I can’t. Lancelot will be back posting very soon, please keep visiting my blog. Thank you very much for reading me, you’re very much APPRECIATED.

Lancelot

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A Day In The Poet’s Life

Letters from jesswick.com

Sunrise and morning light
And the sight of melting snow.
Chirping birds and blue skies
And the sun burning bright.
Midday and silent mind
And melody of verse.
Shadows of afternoon,
A mark of tiring day.
Sunset and evening fall
And slumber of thought.

Lancelot

On My Thirty-Third Year



A poem inspired by Milton’s ‘On His Blindness’

23 April 2015

WHEN I look at Time departed and now,
And that promise which lighted my childhood,
Still fading and deserting me somehow,
I see the mark of that which has long stood.
My luck is gone, and my hope is all spent,
My greater talents be yet unfulfilled,
And the genius seems conquered at present,
Yet there be no opening to rebuild.
I still have time before my adult year,
And still this one Talent left to decide
As I behold this manhood that I fear,
Which comes to me wholly prepared and wide,
Or perhaps my verse should rekindle my stay,
To once more lead and see my brighter day.

Lancelot