Frog, prince or king: We get the stories so mixed up. We think that we must rush To get to the happy ending And so we pick up the abridged Version. This abridgment turns out to be An adaptation and reduction of A poor translation from the original German by a frustrated clerk At a […]
You hear not only The words spoken, But the words Between the words And the silences Between the words. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2010, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
(I went to write a poem And my mind was blank, So this is what I got:) Grey sky Heralds The Winter Chill. In the same way, How did I not See what was Coming in that Conversation? I am not blind. I am not deaf. I am not dumb (That much was too sure).
I walk about with an Old wound On my heart. Though I think I keep it Hidden I know that it Leaps out from my being At times both desired And not. The scar tissue is like A white wall Around my insides, As if it could Protect me from The next injury. Neither the
There is a boulder At the top of the mountain That holds it all together. Without this rock, No one could enjoy The vistas and views Of the valley below. When people and wild deer Set their feet on this boulder, It does not groan or shy away From it’s place. It holds it all
I get it now: In every human life There comes a time To come to grips with Reality. Did I imagine that I could hold on to Self-pity any longer? It is not a foundation For anything. So, in spite of my Grieving the fear That I thought Could hold me up, I now must
It’s that Wakin’ up — Even if it’s the afternoon — Kinda feeling. Where you are not Sure about somebody else And you sure As hades Aren’t sure about yourself. Gotta get up and go Anyway. Cuz’ it’s the day time And you know any day is The right time. So the gettin’ up morning
This morning When I woke up I could tell. Now, I can’t. It’s strange how quickly The senses change. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2010, 2016 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Heavy winds have brought Winter’s cold to us in recent days. The chill hurtles through the trees And then through the trestles on our porch. It can pierce any cloth Or flesh blockade And so I feel it in my Skin and bones As I venture outside. Whenever I walk in this chill, I long
One of the things I noticed about you first Was the way you gazed in awestruck joy At beauty. I’m sure that others have this gift. I just had never noticed before you, In the way I saw it in you. And so often when I could not see the Beauty you saw, I would
