My Poem “It’s the thought that counts”
Christmas decorations are being put up...
Christmas lights are being switched on...
Christmas cards are being written...
Christmas presents are being bought
and are being sent all around the world.....
Christmas music is being played
in Cafés, supermarkets, and in department stores...
Christmas movies are being shown
on television...
Christmas sweaters are being worn...
Christmas beverages and food
are being enjoyed and consumed...
Christmas plans are being made...
Christmas is a time of the year
that some people love everything about;
however, for some people,
Christmas is a time of the year
when they feel at their lowest
and at their most lonely
because when they look at their life,
and when they look back on Christmases gone by,
they wonder where and when
the magic of Christmas went
that they used to feel when they were a child...
Christmas is when we should all
want to gather together
and catch up with one another;
but the reality of Christmas, nowadays -
behind all the customs, the rituals,
the tinsel, the lights, and the trimmings -
is that not everybody can, nor will,
ever be able to forgive one another
or get along with each other;
but one of the most important things
that we can do is to keep the people
who matter to us in our thoughts
and not worry about who gets
what, when, why, or how -
because, whether some people
believe it, or not,
when it comes to Christmas,
or to any time of celebration,
the most important thing to never forget
is that, when all is said and done,
no matter what anyone says,
the thought of something,
and the thought of someone,
really is all that should count.
‘The Wolf In Us’ by Mark Hastings – Chapter Four: “The Wedding of The Wolf and The Vampire King” 4
‘The Wolf In Us’ by Mark Hastings – Chapter Four: “The Wedding of The Wolf and The Vampire King” 3
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My Poem “The Embodiment of Poetry”
I walked into the woods today... I returned to a place that I know well and a place that knows me... I saw the same trees that I have known for over a decade, and as soon as I entered the place where the poet in me was born I saw echoes of myself from the past - and I felt as if, once again, I was seeing a version of myself who had yet to have suffered the scars and the losses that I had. I have always felt blessed with inspiration whenever I go back to where things began for me - the place that I have a memory of which is so clear and special, the place where I only remember feeling an abundance of happiness, the place that I consider a fountain of poetry, that I have been back to many times over the years; however, today, this time, from the moment that I reentered the oasis of life that over time has become the endless kaleidoscope of memories, experiences, and thoughts from the moment that I saw it, I felt as if I were returning truly changed and different from who I was when I first visited. I felt it almost immediately: I was not the same person as I was, and yet I was still the same poet who I have always been - but now filled with the things of mine taken from the shadows of the monuments that define my life... I felt like I was one of the trees, and I felt as if they were as close to me as family... I felt like I had been waiting for something which was always there - but, before today, I could not perceive what had always been all around me and right in front of me. I had been away from this place for a long time - but as soon as I was once again surrounded by the storytellers of nature itself, it did not take me long to complete the puzzle within me, by using the pieces I had left behind from the last time I was there, to realise that I am, and I have always been, what I always wanted to be: the embodiment of poetry.
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