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An Epiphany Dawns

Morning awakens with a whisper
as I hold onto dreams.
Conversations play in my mind
and I linger in bed.

    an early luminescence stirs

I ask myself about the love
I feel and in the next breath
ask does it matter
if it’s old or new.

    I look out the window

In my chest I feel something
great, but I can’t give it a name
Verses run through my head
waiting to take form on page

   and discover a new day

(off-sonnet form by Mike Bayles)


Line of Inquiry: "What if life is a lucid dream?"

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Gershon Wolf

February 8, 2026 at 8:57 PM

I love these kind of poems, Mike --- more between the lines than in them... and there's plenty in them as well. Thanks for the room to contemplate. ~ Gershon

Sara Kendrick

February 6, 2026 at 7:03 AM

Reads like a good contender for a contest to me. Way to go. No, life is no dream. It is very real and we should live it to the best and fullest that we have through the strength that God gives us. Sara K

Terry Griffiths

February 5, 2026 at 10:03 AM

I love that you’ve taken great inspiration from the sonnet form and highlighted lines with single line stanzas. I really relate to conversations keeping me lingering in bed. “I look out of the window” being on its own emphasises the fresh start, fresh air and turning point of the day. It also helps me picture the window itself away from the window frame, extended on its hinge. The line about love being love “whether it’s old or new” can be applied to the whole poem - things in one’s life can still be the same each day, old love being carried few. But each day is still new!