New Poem – An old view seen anew…
Posted on Dec 13, 2017 in Blog feature, Recent Writing | 88 comments
An old view
Seen anew.
Lost
In morning perfection,
The illusion
Peacefulness
Improves everything,
When fervour’s a resource
Used all too sparingly
And there’s
So much wonder
Out there
To even ruffle the surface of.
How often
Do we turn away though?
Timid, as we are.
And without such sparks
Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent.
Till, all at once,
There you have it,
Pulsing within you,
The day of days!
Whatever else
Might come your way,
This you will always know.
Never rewarded thus
Unless you sing so.
Yes, time is passing by, and life is changing faster than before. A poem whose motion is felt.
Very lovely poem, and good luck.
I can relate to this poem whilst I am contemplating my journey to the sunshine of my feeling. One of my feelings of inspiration might complement the smooth flowing nature of your poem and this is how it flows – poetical effect is like scent from a flower that can not be created by analysis but by absorbing
Wonderful.
Lovely poem…
Time is like a dream……………………..so fast but so sweet
Thanks who sharing my friend
The magic of your words can easily touch every heart, dear Scott! Thanks for always sharing the beauty of wisdom with us.
How often do we turn away from wonder? Sounds like sunrise or sunset to me, shrouded in your sparing eloquence Scott. Or is it the simple day of peaceful rumination that speaks of a appreciation of life. It couldn’t be a mystical union could it. Oh you do leave us with searching for the answers to your questions, then we wonder as if they are our questions also.
Lovely!!
Optimistic, life affirming and a beautiful sentiment told extremely well.
Thank you Scottie so much for sharing.
Have a wonderful Christmas Season !
“And without such sparks
Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent.”
Whew! That sure resonates.
Brilliant poem. They just keep getting better and better.
A nice rendering of “carpe diem.”
Isn’t it wonderful to reflect upon the past and see things anew as we let the old year slip away and embark upon fresh frontiers of space and time with renewed hope and ideas!
Nice poem with feelings of nostalgia. Seeing with awe and wonder needs time and attention. Viewing with a partner (four eyes) will bring in more beauty and astonishments. Regards
It is possible to feel this way if you are an optimist…which I am, always looking forward, thinking anything is possible, because life is for living. What a meaningful and positive poem this is Scott.
This. It is in this that we seek hope. Welcome reflection. Ponder readjustments. Spread light.
Wow… this poem is amazing Scottie.. Such a blessing of a poem!
It’s been a pleasure to read your glorious poetry.
The stanzas I love so much here are:
And without such sparks
Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent
……And then:
Till, all at once,
There you have it,
Pulsing within you,
The day of days!
Thank you very much for yet another soul-soothing piece of work, dear Scott.
Love the way the familiar become amazing.. This is what I love best with poetry… A morning or awakening.. It all makes it wonderful
Yes,
‘Peacefulness
Improves everything,
When fervour’s a resource
Used all too sparingly’.
I love these lines and time passing like an empty whisper.
I wonder about how we treat wonder… How often we ignore the little miracles looking only to the huge ones.
An exhilarating contemplation. Yes we must be grateful for each new day
Thank you for your poem Scott
Merry Christmas
much love…
So true. Might as well give it a shot- And yeah, I sing so 🙂
A lovely reflective poem.
Yes, let us not let “time pass by like an empty whisper” but enjoy this holiday time with renewed faith and hope for the future. Great write, as always!
Thank you for sharing Scott ~ Wishing you Happy Holidays and peaceful new year!!
Your first two lines are a complete poem themselves…smiles. There is so much wonder! A tender and thoughtful poem, Scott.
I’ve always read that it is the port’s tenacity to hang on to their inner child that helps fuel one’s sense of wonder; jut watch COSMOS, and try to wrap your mind around a billion billion universes like ours, or living in the last season of our lives, we approach death as transition, all Zen and shit.
I read it twice and it seemed like savoring the morning. Sort of like ‘Savouring a lizard’ a poem by Barry Spacks.
Beautiful poem, Scott. Today’s world trains us to move too fast to see the wonder all around. I deliberately use mindfulness to approach the day with grace and gratitude.
Your words always touch my heart Scott–happy holidays to you and yours!
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Scott, as always so uplifting and deeply inspiring.
“And without such sparks
Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent.”
Yes, indeed.
Be in the now, there is only now and all is sacred. Thankyou.
As I grow older, the days become more and more meaningful. This is a lovely reminder to not be negligent with the time we have. Thank you.
True. I find that waiting for the perfect moment often holds us back from living life as it is. Rather go with the imperfections and the little beautiful things along the way
Thank you so much, dear Scottie, for this magical Christmas present!
Love the way the familiar becomes amazing! Brilliant write 🙂
A beautiful write Scott and yes, we love to sing so! :o)
I guess we appreciate our world more as we age Scott, realising diminishing time upon it.
But for some, less fortunate than we, each day carries an awful burden.
Merry Christmas Scott!
Anna :o]
I love the rhyme scheme in this which is simple while the underlying theme is subtle and complex. Witness the ending flourish:\
Till, all at once,
There you have it,
Pulsing within you,
The day of days!
Whatever else
Might come your way,
This you will always know.
Never rewarded thus
Unless you sing so.
Beautiful
{Peacefulness improves everything, but it does Scott. It gives you breath, time….to consider.
This is lovely, a keeper.
Jane
I like these lines: “Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper”
First of all love this picture of you! The picture of peace!
Your poem almost had a sing song to it, flowing like silk
Read this one several times and what I felt it conveyed was older and wiser version of us
As once when young our eyes seen the proverbial grass is greener on the other side but the wonder of age shows and beats within us truth and peace
Or
Our husbands and wife’s are not so bad after all and the pretty princess and handsome prince are all but a facade!!!!
Just giving example in life!
I loved loved your poem!!!
Thank you
Sing! Sing and be free! I found this to be an uplifting poem that takes me higher…and now with a song.
Cheers!
M
Lovely
Never rewarded thus
Unless you sing so.
Nothing like trying. One will never know otherwise! Great conclusion, Scott!
“Time can pass by,
like an empty whisper,
meaningless and negligent”
So truly spoken as time passes faster as we age.
Suddenly it has been wasted. So awaken we must.
Nicely done. Like always.
But that’s why we have poetry, is it not? 🙂
How often we turn away..unseeing… do we dare to see what we deny! Lovely thoughts.
Your poems always leave me with a sense of peacefulness. May we all have many days that we consider ‘a day of days’ in the new year. Happy holidays, Scott.
“Pulsing within you, / The day of days!”….Only one who knows, knows. A wonderfully awakening moment so brilliantly captivated.
This section speaks to me:
“Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent.
Till, all at once,
There you have it,
Pulsing within you,
The day of days!”
A good reminder to stay in present day wonder. I need that now.
Good reminder to pursue wonder instead of laying back passively expecting it.
Scottie, lovely to see you. I love the picture of you perched in the tree. My favourite line: “There is so much wonder out there.” I so agree! Wonder, for those with eyes to see, that expands the soul. Wishing you a productive 2018, kiddo.
Beautiful poetry Scott. How often do we turn away? I think we miss much in the journey, we only need to open our eyes to see big and small miracles.
I really like this poem. Thanks for sharing
A vivid and alluring reflection. Thank you!
Poems about time almost always give me pause (and that is probably a good thing) though, I especially enjoyed the thoughtful direction, you took this piece in. An awesome write!
THIS WAS SO ABSTRACT YET FULL OF MEANING I lost track. My bad.
ZQ
So luminous and bright as stars that deliver us its celestial light. There is definitely an ecstasy here, very zen-like. If you do not feel evoked, obviously you need to reach deeper into your consciousness. I, for one was bathed in its beauty. The rhythm is perfect. One of my New favourites indeed. Continue to radiate your ageless wisdom on us. The Universe is listening.
Thank you for reaching out, Scott. So much wonder… so true.
Each day, each moment a gift!
I really like your poem and am at the time of life where it is making more and more sense to me. Thanks!
“So much wonder”, indeed…
This is very dreamy. Makes me focus on appreciating each moment. Lovely.
There’s an iambic pentameter beat to this lovely piece. As always, amazing insight and clarity. Merry Christmas and an amazing new year ahead to you Scott.
It is uncomfortably true that time passes and before you know, it is irretrievably gone. I feel rather depressed by this.
I read your latest piece of art and needless to say it’s wonderful and I was filled with awe. We are indeed timid to face the wonders of life. We need to embrace life with passion rather than with reluctance. We are usually gripped by our own prejudices, conditioning, hesitance, fear and ego which constraints us from living. If only we break these walls, take a dive into the gulf and swim across, we would die without having lived.
I read your poem titled ‘an old view, seen anew’ The way you write, it looks like you, as a poet are quite hopeful and it gives an optimistic vibe to your work, contrary to me, as I usually write when I’m not having a great day. Your poetry is something which compels me to read it again.
Beautiful. Almost sounds as if one longs for being one with nature.
A splendid poem, Scott. I think I will enjoy following your poetry. Clear and precise , refreshing with sentiment.
I saw it and now I see it.
It was seen and tomorrow is seeing it.
Yet, the essence of the dynamism of Time
is succinctly captured as in a motion picture.
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Thanks, Scott, I like this poem.
Scottie, a lovely poem yet direct in its message.
And without such sparks
Time can pass by,
Like an empty whisper,
Meaningless and negligent.
Thanks for a timely reminder that life goes forward with or without us.
Thank you so much for showing me the way. So heartfelt.
Let me be honest sir, you just have the most beautiful compositions on the web.
I like the flow of this poem, Scott. Full of promise, he who dares gets and finds beauty all around.
I find your poems both powerful and sensitive.
This splits my thoughts… Love this…
I have read this, your latest poem and I really like it! It is a poem, a poetry with meaning and beauty, the one I can feel and relate to. Your writing is beautiful.
I am very impressed with your profile. I wear many hats creatively, but I adore poetry and would love to promote you on my LinkedIn and Twitter. Your work is unique and noteworthy!
Another telling rendition from the wonderful Mickey Morgan
An old view seen anew – https://vocaroo.com/i/s19qI83IVtpK
Freedom is the wonderful ability to speak or write what is in our souls. Thanks be to God for the opportunity to try. Beautiful work.
At the very outset, ‘An old view, seen anew’ is wonderfully and thoughtfully said. Optimism, hope and positivity in approach towards life and all. Rest of the lines are fabulous, making us cautious while we walk on various vistas of this lovely life.
Oh, l can relate to this.
IF you do nothing else creative do read this hauntingly beautiful poem by Scott Hastie. It caught me by surprise read at 4 am when the birds were brightly vocal and coaxing the sun out. I am sure if you grasp the succinct and spartan lines which evoke so much in their simple rhythmic precision. I remembered it in flickers of thought all day and thought how wonderful to have a poem that lingered with you like an old Friend.