A Poem A Day #469: 360

“360” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Rambler’ which was published in 2020 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

A Poem A Day #437: A Place and A Time

“A Place and A Time” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Rambler’ which was published in 2020 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

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.

My Poem “Continue on”

Everything has an end date...
Everyone has an end fate...
Everything deteriorates over time...
Everyone, no matter how long they live,
only has a relatively short life.

Everything has a use...
Everyone has a path...
Everything has an expected way to be used...
Everyone has a first and a last.

Everything can be lost,
and sometimes things can be forgotten...
Everyone is human and is connected
to everybody else
and there are times when, to some people,
we are all important.

Everything is influenced by everyone
who interacts with them...
Everyone is an example of what is
necessary to remember every day -
that our time here on Earth with
those nearest and dearest to us is temporary,
so the memories that we make
should be captured in every way that we can.

Everything only means something
when someone gives it an identity
that stays with people that
even after an attempt at reinvention
they can not lose...
Everyone can be someone's Everything -
but because the spirit of someone
is more deep and complex than something,
people can not easily be moved on from -
because the echo, the shadow, the aura
of who they are, who they were,
and who they will always be
will continue on.

My Poem “What You Make of It”

Time is precious. Time is fast.
Time can be counted
in the things we have done,
in the things we have collected,
in the people we have met,
or perhaps in the steps that we have taken -
like those that need to be remembered
when learning a dance.

Time can be found.
Time can go missing.
Time can be filled with sound.
Time can be filled with silence -
and it is in those moments
when we all should listen.

Time can be spent doing many things.
Time is what gifts me inspiration.
Time can be perceived as being
both a curse as well as a blessing.
Time is a beginning, a journey,
an experience, as well as a destination.

Time is the when, the what, the why,
and the how we can be who we want to be.
Time can be truth as well as a secret.
Time is real as well as a dream.
Time can be so encompassing
that it can make you believe
that where you are, when, and with whom
could not be any more perfect -
but Time is always open to interpretation,
because in essence Time
is what you make of it.

A Poem A Day #376: Those were the days

“Those were the days” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

My Poem “Lost and Found”

It’s been a long time since I wrote like this…
It’s been a long time since I felt like this…
It’s been a long time since I felt as if I were adrift…
It’s been a long time since I made a wish…
It’s been a long time since I felt as if I had
nothing else to anchor me
except for my family and my poetry…
It’s been a long time since I looked in the mirror
and I did not recognise who was looking back at me...
It’s been a long time since I saw some of the muses
who over the last ten years have knowingly,
or unknowingly, inspired me...
It’s been a long time since
I experienced a true new beginning -
but now that I have been left by those
who I once thought I knew and who I thought knew me,
I believe that I am having to walk while fully awake –
where before, perhaps, I had only been sleep-walking...
It’s been a long time,
but I think I know who I am now…
It’s been a long time,
but I think I get the message clear and loud…
It’s been a long time,
but I think I have been touched by a light
like the sunlight that eventually
breaks through even the darkest of clouds…
It’s been a long time,
but I think I have arrived somewhere
where I have acquired what I have been looking for –
somewhere I can only acquaint to being
some kind of poetic Lost and Found.   

A Poem A Day #373: Time Capsule

“Time Capsule” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet ● Check out the merch store on Redbubble: https://rdbl.co/3xWa4Rw

A Poem A Day #335: Like Clockwork

“Like Clockwork” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Dreamer and The Dream’ which was published in 2015 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings ● Buy Me a coffee @ https://www.buymeacoffee.com/MarkThePoet