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A Poem A Day #531: In Their Own Words
My Poem “Return of the Poet”
Even though, at times, I may have ventured "Too Close To The Sun", I will always be the "Poet of the Sphere"... even though I have written about "The Wolf in Me", "The Wolf in You", "The Wolf in Us" and "Vega - The Vampire King", I will always emanate "The Sound of Mark"... even though I have been "Playing God", I will always be "The Eternal Boy"... I will always be "The Dreamer and The Dream"... I will always love "Truly Madly Deeply"... I will always be "The Rambler"... I will always be the "Poet of the Multiverse"... I will always be "The Comeback Kid"; because, even though I have stories within me that I believe are just waiting to be told, poetry is my life's blood... poetry is my voice... poetry is my epic flood... poetry is my universe within which I do not have a choice - because poetry is my destiny, it always has been and it always will be... poetry has brought me gifts of connection... poetry has always been within me... there isn't a day that goes by when I do not open my eyes and see the light of inspiration... there isn't a day that goes by when I do not listen and hear the rhythm of life's music in unison with my multi-layered imagination... even when things seemed to be coming to the end of their calling, I always believed that whenever the time arose when I might need to be renewed, the one within would climb, like a "Rising Star", and there would no longer be any limits - because, like a shooting star in the night sky, there would be no stopping the return of the poet.
‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter Six
A Poem A Day #530: The World Beyond
A Poem A Day #529: The Touch of the Poet
A Poem A Day #528: World Between Worlds
A Poem A Day #527: The Time is Now
A Poem A Day #526: Continue On
My Poem “Resource Allocation”
Within every living, breathing, and continuous system on Earth there is always an allocation of resources... every day is filled with so much and with so many people wanting a piece of the metaphorical pie of life... everybody wakes up with an agenda - even those people who say that they have no plans are looking and waiting for something to direct their choices... everybody has a morning routine; everybody has an afternoon delight that they like to indulge in every now and again; everbody has an evening of escapism when, which, and where they can be themselves without having to wear a disguise. Even in an orchestra of many players, of many instruments, there are those who simply love the opportunity to play and to perform - and there are always those who hope to sit alongside the conductor and get to do a solo... there are people who are team players - but who also like it when they can be me made to feel special, when they can make their mark, and when they can play the tune that others afterwards will continue to follow. Nothing is unlimited - even the time and the light of a star runs its course and then fades slowly, until the instance when its speed and its luminosity becomes a shadow of its optimal energy and motion... there is always a turnaround of everything - a reconstitution: when something is taken apart and then put back together again... everyone, over the course of every day, starts in one state of mind and then transitions into another - and there is no knowing what will happen to anybody during the time that they are in conscious and physical contact with the world around them - because, every day, the world delivers instances of insight and adaptation throughout its process of resource allocation.
