InterPlay and the Players Who Play It You stretch out with intention Filling the room with love. Every movement a prayer And every sounding a song. There is more than this. Some is far beyond what I can speak in words. They fall short and seek To suspend disbelief in A way unmapped, undiscovered. You […]
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When the news came About your fever I was scared. I feared first for you, For your mama, And your gran’mama. How could your tiny Body With its tiny fingers, Toes, eyes, lips, and tongue Stand against such an ailment. Nonna was frightened too, But she did not pause. When the call came she ran
I drew stillness From The Deck. Her avatar? A peace sign. Right now, I think my Avatar is A race car. Zipping ahead Without thought For the energy Being consumed Or the loudness Generated. And all this Speed and combustion And noise Is doing so little to Improve on what Was already Here. ~ spontaneously
When Bees Were Bees – an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart in web-story format. Thank you for reading it.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ …while listening to live jazz ~ Copyright © 2022 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.