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My Poem “Open to interpretation”
When a writer writes something, that is just the beginning... after a writer shares what they have written and takes it beyond the limits of their own eyes only, that is when things truly get exciting... when a writer first gets an idea they never truly know what it will ultimately come to be... when a writer uses their gift and naturally infuses a part of themselves into whatever they have written or are writing they always leave something that they may not have planned for their readers to read. When a writer let's there words go they can have no idea by whom, when, nor where their art will be enjoyed - and there is no knowing why, nor how, their words will touch a reader and inspire their dreams as they lie asleep in bed... when a writer first puts pen to paper, or finger to key, they must resist any and every thought that might occur to them in which they might attempt to cross out, erase, or delete something of them that they felt had to be said. When a writer creates something of their own heart, mind, soul, and imagination there is always an exchange of energy that takes place that can cross time and distance instantly... even if the first intention of a writer after a while becomes like that of a whisper, the first spark of inspiration that brought an idea to life will always be there to be felt, read, heard, seen, and like the world of a dream open to interpretation.
Poet of the Sphere/Mark The Poet: one and the same
"Hi everyone, I'm Mark Hastings... I'm afraid I'm not someone who plays an instrument or sings; however what I am, what I love and what I one day hope to be is a poet and a dreamer who can move the world with my poetry..." - "The Poet" by Mark Hastings, From my book 'Poet of the Sphere', First published in 2012 This verse of poetry from my poem "The Poet", which is also the description on the back of my first poetry collection 'Poet of the Sphere', describes me when I first started writing poetry, and who I still am and who I still want to be to this day. Granted I may have made some missteps along the way, I may have made some mistakes; but I still hope that I have been a source of hope and inspiration for others and that I will continue to be. I have published 12 books over the course of the last 10 years - filled with poetry, stories, inspiration, characters, recollections, tales of fantasy mixed with personal experiences - but no matter what I have written everything has within it not just me but those whom I have met throughout my life and ingrained more so than could ever be imagined. I have always loved sharing experiences with others and occasionally capturing moments of time with others so that others can read and relive those experiences through the lens of my poetic eye. Alot of the poems that I have written have been read by many people, but some have never been read by anyone other than who they were written and intended for - but no matter who reads, or listens to my poem for that matter, I hope that I have left my mark upon the heart of those who have felt something from the touch of my words upon their soul. All 12 of my books are available to buy on Amazon and a great many of my poems new and old can be read @markthepoet and some can even be heard on Spotify being recited by me on "Mark The Poet - The Podcast" - which is essentially a poetic trip down memory lane in which I recite a poem from one of my books every day. Happy reading and happy listening! -Mark 😊
A Poem A Day #248: Write
A Poem A Day #232: Keep Writing
A Poem A Day #206: Write Away
‘Poet of the Multiverse’ – Out Now on Amazon for Kindle
The Mark Hastings Experience – Season 3, Episode #2: “Quentin Tarantino – A Tribute”
My Poem “The Burning Bulb”
This is what I remember... this is how it used to be... this is what I and many others like me have been unable to do for almost a year... this is how I have spent so many mornings as a writer, as a poet, and as an observer of human nature: sitting in my favourite café, as the bells of a nearby clock ring out, and feel like I am where and when I need to be to take out my notebook and write some new poetry. It hasn't been the same experience, it hasn't been the same magic - even though I have not stopped writing, nor creating new things, over the last twelve months I, like everybody, has had to adapt to living in a world divided in so many ways... even though I have not been lacking in ideas, inspiration, drive, nor passion to let my poetic side express itself - now that I am back, sitting inside and enjoying the ambience and the atmosphere around me that I know so well, which for years has fuelled my creativity, I honestly feel as if I am able to spread the wings of my intrinsically poetic and artistic spirit. I have learned over the years to embrace every moment, because things can very easily be put on pause, beyond our control, or can even be brought to an abrupt end - which is why I often dwell upon memories of where I have been, of what I have seen and of what I have felt throughout my life... I am someone who has always looked to the distant horizon and to the future - but when anybody goes through a period of being within something, or away from someone who matters to them, everybody undoubtedly feels this need to somehow go back, to recapture and to relive all that to them for so long has always felt like a constant burning bulb of energizing inspiration, light, and hope.
My Poem “The Code of Poetry”
It has always been hard for me to describe just how much poetry means to me - because it is hard to put into words the power and the magic that I feel whenever the title or the idea for a new poem comes to me. It's breathtaking! It's amazing! It's exciting! It's revitalizing! I have been writing poetry for so long now that the ability to do so almost feels like a sixth sense that I can't turn on or off - in fact, sometimes I almost feel like a conductor who can always find a way to reach out and attract an abundance of poetic lightning. I have experienced moments of exhilaration and levitation while writing poetry that I can only compare to instances similar to how people describe what it feels like to have been touched by the divine hand of an Angel or a God - and every time that I do feel inspired to write something I have never written before the only way that I know how to describe the experience is to say that it feels like I have been given a message that was for my eyes only, because I alone was the only one who could decipher this hidden, but ever present, code of poetry.
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