Poems by Scott Hastie

Poems by Scott Hastie



despite what we imagine…

Despite what we imagine
In our sometime pain,
Beset either by aching anticipation
Or subsequent loss,
Lovers are never found by chance.

So tell that to the trees,
Who’ve seen it all
Countless times before
And can only stand apart
In the meadow of life
And wait
For us to dream again,
Like some broken hearted waif
On a grimy street,
For whom only the predatory
Are likely to stop.

For not even fool’s comfort
Can cling on there
To inhibit notes of caution
That would otherwise trim our wings,
Spoil any such dividend.

And so much more too!

Seems like
We always had this coming.
Our needs, till met,
Like rising sap,
Like clotted pollen in the air.

As it always is
In beauty’s sweet surrender,
Desire is the irresistible pull
That draws us steadily on to one another
And then fruits.

You were in me all along.




its all joining up…

It is all joining up now,
Gradually gathering in
Its own coherent story.

And, as things play out,
It’s hard not to be tempted
To imagine that your life
Thus far
Has been one long exercise
In intertwining truths,
Progressively
And teasingly uncovered.

Long twisted, luminous
Ribbons of light,
That continue to unravel
In extraordinary patterns
That run not only
Right through
The core of times past
And your own span of existence,
But all the ages still to come.

So just what is at play here,
If not some juggernaut
Of collective consciousness?
Or is this something
Far more complex?
More telling still, I wonder…

See how fate decrees
That such sweet
And illuminating experiences
Can sometime come to you,
And altogether
In charmed combination,
Becoming powerfully reminiscent
Of something,
Instinctively it feels like
You already knew,
A long, long time ago.
And that somehow,
Has, all at once,
Been magically
Re-birthed within you,
Once more.

Just what
An extraordinary feeling this is…
Such shimmering seeds
Of joy and certainty,
Miraculously made anew,
Both to raise you up
And power you on.

So that, on the very best of days,
It can seem like
The world around you
Is now filled with such a warm
And welcoming frequency
So inviting,
You instantly know
Your heart
Will make it impossible
For you not to go with it…
To answer this siren call,
To step up
And fill that space
With who you truly are.

If so blessed,
This life of ours can therefore,
From time to time,
Overwhelm, as it must.
And, as a consequence,
One must learn how
To pause,
How to be truly rich.

Believe me,
There are moments when
My heart aches so
And the stunningly sculpted shape
Of a lone red kite
Flies overhead in a clear blue sky.

Increasingly it seems,
These days,
Things are falling into place.