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My poetry looks to positively explore human potential, with an emphasis on love, spiritual growth and self awareness. It is very important to me that my work remains as open, accessible and as simply expressed as possible. My influences vary from the great traditional English visionary romantics through to the distillation of thought and leanness of expression offered by the Japanese haiku tradition, the shining examples of Rilke, Eliot and Gibran – as well as the later technical breakthroughs achieved by leading Scottish concrete poets Ian Hamilton Finlay and Edwin Morgan.

Here are some samples of my previously published work

 

Splendour sleeps                                              

In the thick still grey skies 

Of a season’s bleakness.

 

The steady muted glow of the sun,

Its sorry circle of gold 

Highlighting the snow covered,

White-edged portrait 

Of a winter’s afternoon.

 

Inside the ashes of the fire 

Burn red raw. 

We talk 

And your eyes dance 

In patterns of pleasure before me.

From Selected Poetry

 

“What it would be like

To be infants again.”               

 

And as we grow older

And more saturated by experience,

Even the saddest among us

Cannot begin to know or remember

The quality of life

That was there once

For innocence to indulge in.

 

And so here we are,

My love and I,

Just doing our best.

 

Like sunny morning nudes

We sit together scheming happiness.

From Selected Poetry

 

Those few that matter,                                      

They carry their spirit before them,

Like a flame in flower 

Within eyes that share knowing sorrows,

That may seek sex as a solace 

For the suffering in life.

 

In their own way they are special, 

They cling to the wild beast in their heads,

And ride it through a dull dim ordinary man’s world

Where youth fattens and desire leaks away.

From Selected Poetry

 

To kiss the fruit                                            

And caress the flower,

To taste without tarnishing

Humble nature’s natural dower,

In this sweet pursuit

I shall place my frail body

Till death’s timely hour,

And do so with only breath remaining

To wish that amidst the winds of the world,

It will not shake nor cower

In the face of quiet eternity

From Selected Poetry

 

Within the golden riot of a flat freezing autumn            

Coldness quite suddenly 

Has its own specific and final smell,

A smoky meld of musk and damp,

The smell of loss and completion.

 

Now tomorrow is made anew, 

Though every step forward 

On the soft first frost of winter

Will seem like an agony of intrusion,

Like walking on sacred relics,

Or broken bone china 

That might crack and spit at you

With its own sense of finish … of perfection.

From New Poetry

 

See how we still seek safe harbour                    

From the hollow pain

That seeps into souls, lost of joy.

 

We grasp at what juices we can

To become part again of the very scent

Of some sudden truth,

That can in its intensity

Outlast the seasons, the moods and the melancholy.

 

After all, even on a sodden autumn day,

The cruel thorn of a bedraggled pastel rose

Still has the polished jagged edge

That crimson blood could burst upon.

From New Poetry

 

My heart seems so fragile                          

Near the edge of joy,

It quivers with a resonance 

Of something not quite understood.

Yes, such ecstasies are mine,

But still too often bitter-sweet longings

Can escape from dreams and persist like pain

To haunt even the calmest of days.

 

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets,

And the music of fresh fallen leaves

Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

From New Poetry

 

Every new day our childrens’ joy is as fresh as roses,      

Even the birds chatter at dawn.

 

Tomorrow will be sharp and noisy,

Like the bright spotted splash of wild flowers

That freckle the shaded tawny look of ancient meadows.

 

How stubborn life is,

It clings like silver in our souls.

From New Poetry

 

Oh, to be wise enough                      

To milk the moments when they come

And store them away

More carefully in my soul.

 

Another fragile casket of love

Has been spilt and broken,

Sweet liquors

Have trickled away forever.

 

And so where now

Are the fruits of such fine ecstasies?

 

Sometimes,

When I’m tired and empty,

I tear through my head,

Like some mad reaper,

Searching in vain for faces,

Fields, flowers,

Lovers that are no more.

How they still stain my heart.

From Meditations

 

Out there in the fragile shadows

Beyond the self,

Lurks unimaginable power.

 

Energies that conspire

In the darkness

To offer you a tantalising glimpse

Of another world:

 

Possibilities beyond dreams,

The scalding risks of magic beyond mortality

That cannot help but slip through your fingers

As soon as you reach for it’s blessing.

 

Like the stale perfume of a tired romance

The searing light of morning

Asks unwelcome questions,

Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

From Meditations

 

If there’s an ambition                       

Then it’s to damage dullness.

To cause a tear, a slash,

Some rip in the surface of things.

 

Not damage for it’s own sake,

But an attempt to sever connections,

To abandon convention, obligation.

To escape pattern.

 

To reach down within the wound

And grasp something of

The soft visceral truth beneath.

 

Here, illuminated at last,

Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;

Sweet moments of passion and healing,

Of sensual release.

From Meditations

 

Age gathers, colludes.

Cadences fade fitfully,

Seemingly before their time.

 

But there are echoes still,

Shapes we inherit,

We inhabit, we bequeath.

 

A life however bravely spent,

Will always be jagged, incomplete,

Never far away

From being enveloped in darkness.

 

Some may say,

Especially those who’ve known joy in life,

That this is not right.

 

I tell you clearly they are wrong.

 

So, just as a dancer

Might spin for you an exact pirouette

And release themselves in the perfect burst,

A lingering silhouette of energy,

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,

If only for moments…

 

And then be gone,

With gladness in your heart,

Before the creeping shadows

Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

From Meditations

 

Marks are made.

 

Despite ourselves

We etch away,

We leave behind.

 

A few might even dare

To place something

Proudly on the landscape,

Just for its own sake,

Or so that afterwards

They might be spoken of

By strangers.

 

But, either way,

It matters not.

For when our souls

Are open

Connections occur.

 

Perhaps there is a clue here,

A hint

Of something more fluid,

More oceanic.

A fugue state
That makes more sense

Of all this,

Our pattern, our purpose,

Our struggle to be serene…

From Meditations

 

Graced with the chance to be here,

Even if only fleetingly,

Embrace whatever comes your way

And, in so doing,

However enchanting

Any treasures you uncover

Might be,

Their loss should never be your concern.

 

In this matter

Make your heart your queen

And follow her as faithfully

And bravely as you are able,

Just as swelling fruit

Hurries towards its own sweetness,

Shine whilst you can,

Without fear,

For nothing is as inevitable

As it seems here.

No, not even the fissures

Of loss and decay

We are oft led to expect

In this temporal world.

 

For whilst we fuss and fudge

The lines we are given,

Above, below and all around us,

Lingers the energy of countless others

Who already know for sure

That, just as it was long, long ago,

When they first found themselves

Enraptured,

So it is for them, again and again…

And now with only a dark empty hollow,

A feeble space of earth left in between.

 

Such is true joy’s absolute certainty,

Its slow lit fuse that burns holes

In the shabby shroud of death forever.

From Angel Voices

 

The day is done

And no one is immune,

It’s true.

 

That sense of a voyage

Slips seamlessly past,

For there is a finite beginning

And end to everything.

 

And yet a sense of connection,

A bejewelled purpose too,

Like the child

Whose way ahead

You’ve already lit,

Or the lover you’ve yet to meet.

 

Many such moments

Come and go, as they must,

Melting away

Into the space we are given.

 

But what endures for me

Is a persistent resonance,

Some heady wish

For access again

To a sense of wonder

In the stream of things,

That, this time round,

It might just be possible

To keep in my heart

A little longer.

 

So tarry with me awhile

And we will see

What we can do

To tenderly explore

Beneath the frail shell

Of all we’ve since become.

 

Trusting that, maybe within

Such smoothly sculpted casing,

And still delicately enclosed,

Might just lie the silky lustre

Of some lavish

And joyful communion,

Waiting for its chance

To grip and catch the light again.

From Angel Voices

 

Lost puppies

We are no longer,

That’s for sure…

Since all that’s been and gone

And the very essence of you,

Left behind in so many hearts,

Is never forgotten.

 

And, on a day such as this,

When your world is calm,

Full of warm smiles,

And your soul is at last

Let off its string,

One cannot help but sense,

For certain,

That all the love inside you

Comes from the best of those

You’ve known and loved

And those who came

And went before you too…

 

Sweet darlings! Sweet youth!

All our hope and dreams

Derive from just that.

 

So, show me the wonder

Of all you’ve seen so far,

Stretch the day to its limit,

And let us have no guilt

Left to waste for dreaming still.

From Angel Voices

 

A need for connection,

Attachment.

Drawn in, enchanted by

Resonances with nature

And the kinship of others,

With beauty

Forged by heart’s endeavour.

 

And so should we

Always aspire to polish

Such precious attainment

With love,

A blessed friction of sorts

That allows us

To birth our night into day

And bathe it clean,

So that beloved things can glow

Together in a litter of light.

From Angel Voices 

 

Life collects,

Pools around you.

 

It paints its highlights.

 

Nothing there

You can destroy

Or begin again.

 

Calm in aquamarine beauty,

Barely a hint

Of surf’s snowy trim.

 

Today the sea is out

But will come again.

 

For the moment,

On the beach,

My love and I,

Naked and blissful

As can be.

 

In the soft,

Sun baked sand

History

Between my toes.

 

Sense how

Even the smooth stones

Ache

With stories of their own

In the shuddering

Light of day.

From Angel Voices

 

Needing love,

We squeeze what we can

From a fluid landscape

Of life and light,

Gifted to us

But for a moment

In the scheme of things.

 

Hope glistens,

Daring us to do

So much more.

 

And, at our best,

When least distracted

By the petty cares

Of the day,

We hunger for a constant,

To find a flow,

A warm, healing current

We can swim within.

 

One soul’s journey

In search of a tipping point.

The possibility of honour,

The chance of grace in our lives.

From Angel Voices

 

 

 

52 Comments

  1. Geraldine Williams

    I think your website is excellently presented, with pictures and poetry combination very suitable for style you are trying to portray. I wish you well Scott and continued success in your writing.

    Regards G.J.Williams

    • Nun (B. Mckay)

      We did some poetry in English and I think every one did really well. I hope you all had as much fun as I did reading this. It’s really fun.

    • It seems you and I write about the mind. I enjoyed all your poems and related to the varied themes, from gloom and doom to joy and optimism. Great lines. A pleasure to read.

  2. Your post Writing is really well written and insightful. Glad I found your website, warm regards!

  3. louise manjaji

    I want to say that your poems indicate a keen sense of
    awareness of self and surrounding and speaks so gently to the reader
    and inspires trust.

  4. Marika O’Baire Kark

    Your website is beautiful. I enjoyed reading your poetry available here and will make comments.

    Thank you, Scott for your beautiful work that definitely inspires me!

  5. Mahnaz Mohafez

    God bless you, Scott! Your poems are more than great.

  6. Milan Schmotzer

    How nice, Scott,

    I feel that it is your true feeling: “I am looking to speak to your soul”

  7. Claire Crossland

    Such marvellous writing. Scott Hastie is truly extraordinary!

  8. Ron Isaacson

    Hi Scott,

    I’m Harper, curator of http://www.re-romance.com I’ve visited your site and enjoyed what I saw and read. I’m looking for quotes from writers like you who are passionate about their craft, wordsmiths who have a love affair with the written word and explore their passion.

  9. Georgia Ann Banks-Martin

    Wonderful work. I love your webpage.

  10. Barbara Braun Koob

    Thank you Scott Hastie! You are quite a poet and I enjoyed visiting your beautiful site.

  11. Your poetry hit something inside me few things can reach. Brutal Truth and Nature have a way of doing that. Bravo and thank you, Artist. Beautiful.

  12. Yara Stein

    “Coldness quite suddenly

    Has its own specific and final smell,” … Marvellous!

  13. Katherine T. Owen

    Lovely. And also intriguing…..

  14. Tiffany Hastie

    Beautiful images and moving words, thank you for sharing your talent and inspiration.

  15. Curtis Kenpo Bear

    Awesome my friend.

  16. This is some very authentic, earthy poetry. I like it a lot!

    Sylvie riverscribbles.wordpress.com

  17. Carolyn Sames

    Hi Scott Hope the New Year is treating you well and it inspires you to do more of your beautiful writing!

  18. Very sensitive creativity full of pathos, pain and ambivalent with ecstasy…. Scott, There is profoundness in your work. Please keep up the good work!

  19. This is absolutely amazing! Someone who is very close to nature and can easily interpret all subtle things in it; with delicacy and style, emotional care and finest understanding with his clean carefree heart.
    All the best Scott!

  20. Your heart and soul are full with colorful, beautiful words. Like a garden being tended with love. You choose just the right ones and arrange them into a boquet that all can enjoy. Your arrangement leaves a lasting fregrance lingering in my soul.

  21. Jon Mukand

    I enjoyed your pastoral writings, which have a soothing effect.
    Jon

  22. Scott, I most admire the intermingling of contemporary and classic. You are quite unparalleled there. You are very modern and edgy but have so beautifully tempered and refined it with your blissful eloquence and undaunting honesty. It makes for a very unique and interesting voice.
    Well done again and again!!

  23. Lynn Mottram

    I love the photograph of the trees and your poetry too. In fact I think it is a marvellous site.

  24. Sayed Rohani

    I enjoyed your gallery and your poems. They all reflect good taste, good feelings. Mindful people like you, I am sure, will contribute meaningful things to the world.

  25. Daniel Harding

    Good day Scott, This is Daniel and I just wanted to let you know that I love where you coming from, even more I love where you’re going with it, you’re writing is wonderful within itself… I will be reading more, as my time allows.

  26. Mac McGovern

    Just wanted to say your poetry is superb. I would love to write a recommendation of how much I like your poetry and appreciate the opportunity to experience your work. It would be an honor to support your work.

  27. Aria Ligi

    Hi Scott,

    I was able to peruse your site and it looks lovely. Are the photos ones you took? I do not want to assume, but in any event, they are beautiful. I also read some of your pieces and found them interesting and very accessible.

  28. Nivedita Yohana

    Dear Scott It would be lovely to see you in person one day and talk to you. You are an amazing person with such intensity and depth. I am sure your poetry works wonders on your readers. In spite of all the pressure, to produce such beautiful poetry is itself a task. Shows remarkable capacity for tranquility. In Indian philosophy we often put emphasis on detachment, as in American transcendentalism of Emerson and Thoreau. For any creative endeavor it is important “to be in the world but not of it”. Not many achieve it but you absolutely educe this virtue of age old wisdom.

    I am working as an Assistant Professor of English Literature at a College in Mysore and working on my Thesis “Postmodernist Narratives in the Poetry of George Bowering and Frank Davy”. I have already written a dissertation on Canadian-Jewish poet A.M. Klein.

    Just being in the present gives us solace and solitude. It reminds me of Keats’s words on negative capability “when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason” Your poems gives me enormous inspiration and in fact act as a catharsis to unshackle me. You are awesome and awe-inspiring.

  29. Aine MacAodha

    Thank you, your work is very beautiful and inspiring.

  30. Stephanie Payne McBride

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful website and poetry. Your poetry speaks to my heart, as I am deepening spiritually and reaching within to do the work that I feel I need to do.

    I look forward to reading more of your work and commenting.

    Stephanie

  31. Kimberly Hart

    Thank you for the inspiration!

  32. These poems are lovely and have a sense of meter, (which is the dance of life) and quality. It is important to make art and at the same time have meaning. Scott’s poetry (and photographs as well) do both these things. They are a joy to read. I mean this sincerely since so much of what I read these days is fake poetry (no structure at all). I look forward to reading more.

  33. T.J. Sally

    ‘THE GIFT’
    for Scott Hastie
    by T.J. Sally 9/4/13

    You have been a spirit
    Which has blown across
    The vast divide
    So flawlessly often
    Your words have Gifted
    Soothed, gave joy
    Tears cried.

  34. Ashok Aditya

    Its Great Mr Scott
    Your words are inspiring…
    I love them really
    ASHOK ADITYA

  35. Priyanka Sharma

    I like your poems. They are absolutely great! No doubt about it. I visit your website quite a few times every week.

  36. Each piece i study is just like a journey, like am taking a gentle walk across a country side to observe nature and give life to imagination!! Worth the time!

  37. Dominique Moses

    I’ve read some of your writing and just wanted to tell you that you’re truly inspiring :) I’ve had a thing for poetry for as long as I can remember, and now that i’m growing spiritually and finding “truth” poetry I am just so happy! lol

  38. Some lovely poetry here. I like your similes and word usage. Some of the poems flow beautifully, like a waterfall splashing into a calm lake. Awesome!!

  39. Bridget Cameron

    I love your poetry and photographs! You have a deep and enquiring mind, and I like that!

  40. Kevin Heaton

    I am very impressed with your fine work! You have a unique, trademark style that only true poets possess. I like it very much, and find that it bestows a calming effect. I suspect you have a true calling in this area, and you are very capably fulfilling it!

  41. It’s not a wonder why you have such a following;your work is beautiful. I especially like the earthy nature of your poems. Spectacular!

  42. loved the reality of the Autumn day… i’ll not look at a rose in the same way

  43. Munia Khan

    Acrostic poem for Scott:

    “Soulful creator of verse
    Constant dreamer
    Of eternal bliss
    Treasured heart
    To heal this world!”

  44. Pari Zarei

    I’m really happy and lucky to be friend with a adorable writer like you

  45. Lissadell House

    Beautiful verse, keep it up

  46. Right on Scott. Really like the poetry.

    Here’s a sample from Chapter 7 of my upcoming novel:

    Thunder shook the lush river valley and it began to pour. Heavy dense African rain.

    Splish, splashety drips from creeks upstream united like brothers and gave way to roaring, plunging rivers downstream. A smoky mist rose from the thick mass of water tumbling and crashing onto the rocks below creating the rainforest, and majesty of Victoria Falls.

    Palm trees, baobabs, and mahogany trees stood watch from the shore. A bushbuck enjoyed the drenching and savored a sip amidst crocodiles. Hiding in the rocks, a python watched two shepherds on horseback.

  47. Lisa James Brewington

    I love your work I’m so glad and grateful
    to know you Scott.

  48. Diane Sizemore

    “Words of The Divine waiting 4 YOU HERE……………………….YOU WILL THINK AND FEEL AS YOU NEVER HAVE BEFORE…”

  49. Anonymous

    Scott’s poems are so lovely and inspiring!

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