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Imperfect Bloom

Poem : Secret (by Stan Stewart)

I’ve been telling myselfImperfect Bloom
That I have to.
And I know it is not true.

Have To
Builds walls and fortresses that hold in
It cannot contain anything but vacuum
For it is the hardened place of boredom
And obligation.

So, this is not the time for
Have To.

To soften the hard edges,
I need first

These are the salve to solve the
Bigger Questions.
With them,
I support and respect myself and my loved ones in a way that is
Without the

Now is the time for


~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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3 thoughts on “Poem : Secret (by Stan Stewart)”

  1. Hello Stan,

    I am taking some quality time to finally write here a longer comment about your poetry, a subject that has always fascinated me, even though I do not read as much poetry as I should.

    Basically, as I love music, a love we both share, I have always preferred the kind of poetry that sounds like music to my ears.

    That is why I have always loved the poetry of, for example, William Blake, whose poem “The Tiger” is a great example of what I consider “musical poetry”:


    Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
    In the forests of the night;
    What immortal hand or eye,
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In what distant deeps or skies.
    Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
    On what wings dare he aspire?
    What the hand, dare seize the fire?


    I don’t really know if anyone has ever put music to this poem, but to me the words alone convey a rhythm which is not caused only by the rhyme, but by the imagery itself that Blake tried to describe.

    While I was living in Germany, a CD based on the poetry of Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke was published, where some really hypnotizing music was used as background for some of his beautiful poems:

    In Spanish many poets have also been “musicalized”, such as Andalusian (South of Spain) poet Antonio Machado, whose most famous poems were musicalized by Catalonian/Spanish singer/songwriter Joan Manuel Serrat:

    But to me most of the poetry I enjoy most is done by many songwriters, such as Leonard Cohen or my beloved Michael Franks:

    After so much exploration in poetry, like in so many other arts, where sometimes an intellectual obsession on form or the lack of form are more important than meaning, I think some of today’s best songwriters are the real inheritants of ancient bards, who write the words and the music of simple and beautiful songs that reach the hearts or the world of emotions of people.

    So why not try to add some music to some of your own poetry, there is always a huge potential for beauty, especially when you are such an experienced musician.

    Better stop now, as comments from visitors are not supposed to be longer than blog posts. 😉



    1. Ivette,

      I really enjoy your thorough pondering of art: video, music, poetry, and so on. You are an artist in your own right, I know, and I value your friendship and opinion greatly. I’m inspired and challenged by your comments here and on Twitter to again investigate intermingling my poetry (not necessarily lyric poetry) with music. Thanks for that.

      Thanks also for this lovely pilgrimage through some poetry intermingled with other art forms and your fondness for YouTube.

      And you’re welcome to post long comments anytime. 😉

      Playful blessings,

  2. Sharing a poem by one of my fave English language poets:

    the home and receptacle
    of beauty and meaning,
    itself begins to think and
    speak for man and
    turns wholly into music,
    not in terms of sonority but
    in terms of the impetuousness and
    power of its inward flow.

    like the current of a mighty river
    polishing stones and turning wheels
    by its very movement,
    the flow of speech creates in passing,
    by virtue of its own laws, meter and
    rhythm and countless other relationships,
    which are even more important,
    but which are as yet unexplored,
    insufficiently recognized, and

    — Thomas Merton

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