poetry
My Poem “Summer Rain”
Listening to the summer rain fall upon the windowpane, I remember Summer's gone by when I smiled and those when I cried... I remember the sunshine and the love, I remember the moonlight and the loss... I remember every moment of connection, I remember every time I felt as if everything and everyone was forever - and I still haven't learned my lesson... I remember the ups and the downs, I remember the highs and the lows, I remember the deep conversations that I had with people about life, meaning, poetry, music, and sound - and I remember time going by so incomparably and wonderfully slow... I remember, and I never forget - that is my curse, and that is because, at all times, I always try to do my best to make something last for as long as it possibly can. The almost hypnotic sound of countless water-droplets, the intoxicating smell of a downpour, the entrancing falling of the veil of the world itself opens something within me to a series of places and faces that were once my idea of perfection but which are now only echoes of the past that return and then are gone again like the waterfall of time of the summer rain.
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A Poem A Day #600: Make Your Own Bed
A Poem A Day #599: Honour Among Poets
A Poem A Day #598: The Restless Club
A Poem A Day #597: Exodus
A Poem A Day #596: Maverick
My Poem “The Olympia”
From the moment that I saw it in the window of the Cancer Research UK charity shop, I knew that I had to step inside and buy something that writers have used for years to type, to print, and to share their ideas with others the world over since its invention... from the moment that I saw the Olympia typewriter, I felt as if I were immediately drawn to it for some reason that I can not yet explain... there was something about the Olympia - something that spoke to me, as if the typewriter itself was talking to me, beckoning to me, to become its new owner and take it home with me so that it could be a talisman for me in all my future literary endeavours... from the moment that I stroked my fingers upon the black keys of the Olympia, I felt a moment of connection with whomever it was the typewriter had previously belonged and I knew that I was always meant to possess it, to use it, and to take it with me on the next chapter of my writing journey... from the moment that I held my silver pen that I used to write hundreds of my poems, when I first became a writer, I also remember feeling a similar impression of instant inspiration - and that is why I believe that something wonderful and transformative awaits me, and will elevate me to new heights of poetry, because I have now have at my fingertips the totem of my kin that is my typewriter: The Olympia.
Mark Hastings 