Enjoy just over 4 minutes of my morning walk this morning through the gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, serene, and inspiring natural surroundings of my home village.
morning
Mark The Poet in Mallorca
My Poem “Multitude”
This morning, I saw a distant light
shining from afar in the sky -
which was not the sun,
which was definitely not a plane,
and did not appear to be a drone;
however, the seemingly stationary light
that I saw from perhaps a mile away,
was enough to make me wonder
within my mind what it could be...
this morning, I also saw a white swan
and their cygnet swimming in a nearby pond;
and, as I watched the white swan
gracefully swim towards me,
almost immediately, I knew
that me seeing the swan,
and the swan seeing me,
was a sign of something significant,
a sign of something extraordinary
that has never been lost on me.
This morning, the sky is bright blue...
this morning, the light shines
unfiltered upon everything...
this morning, the chorus of caws
of the crows on the branches of their trees
are loud and distinctive,
just as the chirps of the robins
in the hedgerows are always
something sweet to hear
when they pay me a visit
as I proceed upon my path...
this morning, like every morning,
people carry out their daily rituals -
whether that is shopping,
reading, watching, or perhaps listening,
visiting one another,
doing what they must,
as well as being there for those
who need help the most.
This morning, every morning, even as a child,
I am awoken with a mind of dreams,
thoughts, feelings, inspiration,
and, of course, poetry...
this morning, every morning,
looks the same as those
that have come before -
but I always know that something is different,
I always know that something,
somehow, somewhere, has changed...
this morning, every morning,
I love being up early to see
the last lights of the night,
the first light of the day,
and be witness to the moment
when silence becomes filled
with the sounds of a symphony...
this morning, every morning,
I know more than I am told
about life, the world, the universe,
and I instinctively feel the peaceful
harmony of the natural world
and the beginning of another wave
of that which binds everything -
both living and departed -
together beyond the limits
of the divine, eternal, and constant message
that is seen and interpreted
by everybody, everywhere, every day
in a multitude of ways.
A Poem A Day #595: Before Breakfast
A Poem A Day #446: Early
My Poem “The Time is Now”
It's 3 A.M. again... it's the time of after and before... it's quiet - which means it is the perfect time to listen... it is now when people like me awaken in the dark after being awoken to think more upon what our inner-self wishes to explore. It is not a time suited for everybody... it is not a time when that many might wish to converse; however, in my experience, it is a fertile time to walk through the garden of poetry and inspiration - because it is a time when the mind of everyone, especially a poet, is open to more than they might think... it is time to let your thoughts wander clearly without the expectation that you might find yourself leap from one extreme scenario to another like you might during a dream. It is before the sun has risen when I have repeatedly found myself considering where I am, why, and how? It is while the moon is still in the sky when I have ventured to answer the question: where do I go from here? It is after leaving behind the fog of the dream-world that I try and recapture something that I may have discovered while traversing my own internal ocean - that is both of my own making but is also connected to something a great deal more vast and deep... It is now when I have always been more aware of who and what surrounds me and defines me - and I believe that for the rest of my life it will always be this time when multiple realities will continue to meet, and whether consciously, or not, decide that the time is now to reveal themselves to me.
A Poem A Day #397: The Fox
A Poem A Day #254: Morning
My Poem “The Great Outdoors”
8:17 AM was when the power went out,
and it was a minute later –
at exactly 8:18 AM –
that I heard the call, the alarm:
this distinct and loud voice
beckoning me to put on my walking boots
and take a look around at the wonders
of life and nature to be found
on any given morning when you
just choose to let go
of whatever is holding you back –
and when you have on your doorstep
a snapshot of life that is as unparalleled and unbounded
as that of the Centre of England
you simply have got to put one foot
in front of the other and explore
the Great Outdoors.
Mark The Poet 