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

My Poem “Down Time”

What do you do when you
have not got anything to do?
Where do you go when you
have not got anywhere to go?
How do you spend the time you have
that has not already been allocated
to doing things like chores, commitments,
family, shopping, or work?
If you have the opportunity to
do what you want what do you choose?
Something that will make time go by fast,
or something that will make time go slow?
People who have an incredibly busy
and frenetic work day may choose
to spend their time off resting their feet,
switching off their mind,
while listening to music, while reading books,
while playing games, or while watching
films or something on TV,
as they engage in escaping from reality.

People who spend their time in their professional life
perhaps wearing a uniform, or a shirt and tie
from the hours of 9 to 5,
might be among those inclined
to do things that take them out of their comfort zone
and push their senses and their instincts to the limit...
people who don't get to do any physical
during their working week
might get up on a weekend morning
and immediately feel drawn to go
to the gym, to go for a bike ride,
or to go for a walk or a run
just so they can feel the exhilaration
of revitalising their body, their mind, and their spirit.

For some people, when they have time to spare,
they like to bond with their family
while doing something that love to share,
whether that is an indoor or an outdoor activity -
however just as long as they are within
close proximity to one another and having fun
that is all that matters and even if it is raining
they would rather be with who
they want to be with, where they want to be,
and doing what gives their life meaning...
for some people the moments
when they are not thinking about others
are few and far between,
and that is why they do not get
the chance to close their eyes
and think about what they
might want to do for themselves -
but even those people who work
all hours that God sends in order
to provide for their family
do find brief seconds and minutes
to make the most of the gift
of some "down time" which always
picks them back up again.

My Poem “What we leave behind”

Every day we all meet people
who influence our thoughts,
our feelings, our emotions, our actions,
our intentions going forward -
what keeps us awake during the day
and what keeps us dreaming at night...
every day I see and I experience
a wave of connection touch me -
sometimes slow, gentle and subtle,
sometimes fast, hard and heavy -
and sometimes I know immediately
what this force that I feel means to me,
but sometimes it takes some time
for me to realize what has impacted upon me
and what path it will ultimately lead me down.

Every day we all give others gifts
that might be big, that might be small,
that might be useful, that might be short-lived,
that might be indellible like a tattoo,
that might be beautiful like a genuine smile
that makes a person's face beam
brighter than the brightest sunlight...
every day I share what has inspired me,
what has got under my skin,
what has changed me,
what shows itself from below the surface
of my consciousness ocean
like a shark's dorsal fin.

Every day we all leave an impression on people,
just like someone's footsteps do upon the wet sand
of a beach when the tide goes in and out,
and sometimes the impressions left
last longer than they were expected to...
every day I am grateful for certain things,
I am grateful for certain people,
I am grateful for certain choices that I have made,
I am grateful for certain experiences,
certain moments in time,
and certainties of life...
every day we all interact with objects
that have been on a journey
from the moment of their creation -
like a message in a bottle
that finds itself bobbing up and down
and being carried far across the sea,
or like a pair of shoes that take
their wearer miles before it is time
for them to give up the ghost.

Every day I hope that I have had
a positive influence and I have made
positive impact upon everybody I have met -
whether in person, literally,
virtually, intentionally, or indirectly -
and that people who might be old friends,
new friends, strangers, and those
who know me by my face and my name
but not yet personally,
are grateful and they will always be thankful
for whatever it is of mine that they find
which I have left behind.

A Poem A Day #180: Play Time

“Play Time” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

A Poem A Day #164: The Falling Leaf

“The Falling Leaf” by Mark Hastings was taken from Mark’s poetry collection ‘The Sound of Mark’ which was published in 2014 by Zeloo Media. Check out more of Mark’s poetry online @ http://MarkThePoet.Me – all poems © Mark Hastings

My Poem “The Gift of You”

Christmas is a time,
Christmas is a season,
Christmas is like a tide
that slowly rises, overwhelms,
and then recedes in the wake
of a new year descending...
Christmas is different every year
for everyone who celebrates it.

Christmas can be a different experience
depending on how old someone is -
when we are young Christmas is
a series of magical moments,
including: meeting someone dressed
in a red suit with a white beard,
making a list of things that we want,
and receiving presents of all shapes and sizes;
but, as we get older, as life goes on,
and as we lose people who have
always been special to us,
Christmas can be a time of reflection,
sadness, regret, and longing for what was
and missing those who we have lost.

Christmas can be a wonderful crossroads
of feelings and emotions, of family,
of friends, of making the most
of what you have, of accepting what are you gifted,
and of capturing the spirit of celebration
that fills every street and the rooms
of every house all around the world...
Christmas is when love can be shown
and shared...
Christmas is when people have to think
about others and truly show that they care...
Christmas is about the build up
to December the 25th -
more so, perhaps, that the day itself...
Christmas is sometimes more about
following long established traditions -
whether they are religious in nature,
consumeristic, or of keeping alive
the memory of people who to us
will live on in our mind and in our heart
and whose photos will remain
long after we take down the festive
cards we have received from their shelves.

This Christmas, like every Christmas,
we all hope for the best
and wish to be blessed...
this Christmas, like every Christmas,
we all sometimes want
what we can't have...
this Christmas, like every Christmas,
people listen to Christmas songs,
people watch Christmas movies,
and people don Christmas themed attire
that they may have been waiting all year to wear every time they have got dressed...
every Christmas it is important
to make yourself happy,
as well as make other people happy,
because without thinking outloud
and without expressing yourself
then it wouldn't truly be Christmas -
so give yourself a present,
celebrate how you want,
and perhaps reach out a hand
to others and give them
the gift of you this Christmas.

My Poem “Gone”

No matter how much
you try to hold on to something
sometimes you lose things,
sometimes you lose people,
sometimes you lose time;
however, one day you unearth
a piece of your past
and you look at it for the first time in years,
and, to your amazement,
it does not not mean to you
what it once meant -
where before you would have
done anything to not be parted
from a particular thing,
now, all the feelings that you
once felt for something, you discover,
seem to have evaporated,
seem to have become lost,
seem to have left without you knowing -
and though, before, you might have
told yourself that you could
never live without that
particular thing in your life,
you come to find that time appears to have
helped you more than you realize
to get passed what might
have been holding you back,
because now you find it easy
to walk away from what was never meant to be,
because what once was is now gone.

My Poem “Mark”

Nothing stays pristine forever...
no one stays the same way
for all the days of their life...
over time things wear out like old leather...
no one stays untarnished -
over time the power of the sun
damages the outer skin of something
or someone after a prolonged period of exposure.

Everything is impacted by outside influences...
everybody is marked by their time on Earth...
everything has a journey from its creation
to its destruction made up of events
that came as a result of their
encounter with outside forces...
everybody has their own
individual path through life
and at several points everybody
experiences moments of significance
on par with a moment of rebirth.

Life isn't a race...
life isn't meant to be rushed...
life isn't only about the world around us -
because so much of what connects us
lies above us in outer space...
for some people life is like a rock
that needs to be constantly
admired and occasionally polished;
but, to me, what makes life so special
is that every day, upon every thing and everyone,
another layer of character is added to what
makes something and someone what they are -
and some things and some people are meant to be,
and they are meant to remain
unrestored, tarnished, and imprinted
with life's indellible marks.