My Poem “The Man at the Window”

The man at the window
looks out at the world...
the man at the window doesn't move,
nor does he say a word...
the man at the window
thinks about the present
and reflects upon the past...
the man at the window
remembers a time when things
and people moved slower
and wonders why nowadays
things and have to fly past so fast...
the man at the window
observers life in all its infinite forms...
the man at the window
thinks about his family alive and deceased
every night when he watches the sunset
and every morning when he watches the dawn...
the man at the window
has done so many things over his life,
but now he would much rather rest...
the man at the window
has been there for countless people
and no matter what he has always done his best...
the man at the window is not being nosey -
the man at the window is taking his time
to breathe in the light of the day and to daydream...
the man at the window keeps watch
over the comings and the goings of his street -
whether that is the airplanes
that fly in the sky above
or the cars that drive by on the road below...
yes, there is a very special person
watching the world and continuing to stay hopeful -
and they are the man at the window.

Blog: “Poetic Justice”

People come and people go. People love me and then they leave me (or they say they love me). People think they know me, people have thought that they could take advantage of me. But do you know what has never left me? What has always inspired me? What has never lied to me? Poetry. I have written poetry on planes, on trains, on buses, in beds, in different countries - and though there are some poems I would never choose to write again, poems that I have written for people that I now regret - that is life. Poetry is my voice, Poetry is my escape, Poetry means more to me than I could put into words - and to be honest if I have written a poem for someone that means that that person meant something profound to me, but not everybody understands that about me or perhaps does not care. Things happen for a reason. I am not perfect - but no one is. Choices are made, things are said - but life goes on. People can hurt us and move on from us - but if a poet like me has any magic to them and to their words, then we, I, can never be forgotten; people can try to forget us and make believe that we didn't have any effect on them, but in the end the truth never dies - because it is written into the poetry of life. I don't forget and I never will. Thank god I am a good person and an ok poet - because if I were to write about everything I have done and everyone I have met then who knows what poetic justice I could meet out. But, looking back, now I realise where I went wrong and who people whom I have met truly are. Time and experience is fascinating and inspiring! 😊

A Poem A Day #349: Memory Box

“Memory Box” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

A Poem A Day #348: Dramarama

“Dramarama” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Under the Rainbow”

As soon as I saw the rainbow
I couldn't take my eyes off it...
as soon as I saw the multicoloured
half-circle arch across the sky
I smiled because of it...
as soon as I saw the faint spectrum
being created and projected by the sun's light
I was in awe of it...
as soon as I saw the entrancing natural phenomenona
and symbol of universal love
I immediately wondered not
what I might find at the end of it -
like some kind of magical pot of gold -
but rather what might happen
if I were instead to walk underneath it?
So that is what I decided to do.
And what did I find when I walked
under the arc of the rainbow?
The road before me, the future,
the undiscovered opportunities
and gifts of inspiration that await me.

Rainbows always capture the attention
and alight the imagination of the young and the old -
but what I have discovered over my life
is that some things we find and then we lose,
some people make promises
that they say they will keep forever
but one day they do indeed let go,
and some things entrance us for a short time
but then disappear from view.

Life is unexpected, at the same time that it is predictable...
life can be ugly, scary -
but life can also be beautiful...
life and light is what I see
whenever I look up at the stars at night
that though they might have long since stopped burning
continue to shine and to glow...
life is what awaits us all
if and when we see
and get the opportunity
to walk under a rainbow.

A Poem A Day #347: Numbers

“Numbers” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

A Poem A Day #346: Heart of a Poet

“Heart of a Poet” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet

A Poem A Day #345: Three Little Words

“Three Little Words” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet

My Poem “Celestially Lit”

Last night the tail of a meteorite
streaked across the sky...
last night a star fell to Earth
and as it burnt up in the atmosphere
those who were lucky to be looking up
were hynotized by the sight
of this interstellar visitor being
transformed from a space rock
into a fireball of energy and light.

Whenever a piece of the cosmos
gets so close to our world
that it can almost touch it
there is always something magical about it...
whenever our ancestors witnessed
an interstellar phenomenona
they always found a way to
somehow make a record of it -
because it was always believed
that whenever a piece of outer space
was seen by the people of our planet
it was a sign and potentially heralding
a time of great change was due to begin.

Today I could feel that something
had indeed changed...
today I could feel that something -
call it a wave of fate -
was carrying me to somewhere
I needed to be once again...
today I could feel this pull -
like the force of gravity -
take me away and remind me
of who I used to be once upon a time
and who I will always be no matter
where I am or who I am with...
today was beautiful, amazing,
and transformative in so many ways...
today was full of life, nature,
and bright sunshine that shone down from above
and made sure that everything that I saw
and everywhere that I went
my eyes were gifted by the beauty
of our world that can only be seen
when nature is spectacularly
and celestially lit.

A Poem A Day #344: Deathly Silence

“Deathly Silence” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet