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In this episode Mark celebrates International Podcast Day, as well as the 8th anniversary of his website http://MarkThePoet.Me. Mark talks about what he loves about having his own podcast, what he loves to talk about and share, and why he loves listening to podcasts on a wide-variety of subjects and topics in general.
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.
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! 😊
As soon as I saw the rainbow I couldn't take my eyes off it... as soon as I saw the multi-coloured 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 phenomena 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.
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