Mark Hastings

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Hi there! I’m Mark Hastings! I’m afraid I am 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 dreamer who can move the world with his poetry. I haven’t always been a poet, and while growing up I was not much of a writer; however, I was always a boy that saw the world to be that much brighter; I always looked upon friends more optimistically than they saw themselves; and when I dreamed I dreamed of starships, far-off worlds, and elves; I watched TV, listened to music, and read the great works of the best- Star Trek, John Lennon, Shakespeare, Tolkien- with enraptured interest. While growing up I loved to draw, paint, and I loved to use vibrant colours; I loved works of art that resonanted and harmonized with what naturally occurs; however, when it came to rhymes, poets, poems, and poetry, I always fell-short- I suppose, in retropsect, it was a fear of misunderstanding that I could not thwart. However, cometh the muse, cometh the inspiration, cometh the poetry, cometh the poet- and when you are blessed with a such a gift you never fail to feel, love, and know it.

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My Poem: ‘Phoenix in the Dark’

Constantly orbiting and always silently traversing
the gravity family of our solar system
the centaurs of the sky are on a journey;
seeds of life and change that have existed unchanged and undisturbed
since the beginning of coalescence in this part of the galaxy-
bringers of awe and inspiration;
but also the omen of chaos, the instigators of fury.

These Trojans of the night race through the planet-scape of our solar system-
checked, but largely unabated;
until the touch of the Sun-
Earths life-giving, sustaining, always present parent-
brings back to light the icy wake of this space traveller;
something it has long awaited.

Everyone on Earth is like the sun, the planets,
the asteroids, and the comets, of their own solar system:
constantly orbiting, affecting, radiating,
and turning on the tilt of their own axis’,
largely unaware that they are part of a greater,
more far-reaching, web of possibility
that has no knowledge, but a promise of what it could become.

Just like a comet, in life, people orbit, interact,
but often pass-by each other silently,
without any deviation to their path, or arc;
however, everyday, just like a comet,
they pass too-closely to another with greater gravity,
energy, and luminescence,
and from then-on they are in their orbit,
and are able to shine and share who they are at their core-
a phoenix in the dark.

(Source: poetauniversalis.wordpress.com)

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