Photos From My Mid-Winter – #winter #beauty
Stan Stewart hiked & traveled and all we get are these photos of his beautiful mid-winter destinations: Taughannock State Park & Mount Hood.
Poetry and More
Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
The Hopeful Wonder That Winter Means
Stan Stewart on the inspiration of winter, discontented yet hopeful with the present, and a few reflections on another music release.
“Our hearts must change”
Here, here we sit on pews as they did when they took their last breath.They could have been a neighbor. Their parents may be one yet.What good do we think our thoughts and prayers will do for them now?If our prayer is for forgiveness, do our actions speak as loud as words. The alarm went
The Medicine I Carry
Grief is medicine.It is not static. Its sadness is a rainbow.Grief is myriadand filled withmystery,expectation,wonder. Grief is the ashesand the rising from them. This medicine is the unknownand the fear of it.So, I feel itand embrace this unknownness. Grief is medicine.It is not static. My grief is rage.At first, it wasan impotent frustration.But now, I
Strange Parables – an #improv #poem
Strange parables are these;Beyond interpretation.Their stories backwardsAnd their chroniclers misled. In the aftermath of reason,We perhaps abandon themOr can, throughout our lifetime,Puzzle over all they hold. Parables and how we take themAre but a simple mirror heldOut before our features: Broken,And misshapen forms. Fear is such a dread companion.How its judgements misconstrueWhat our savior wants
Morning Darkness – an #improv #poem
Tiny sparkleslike ground bound stars dot the grass.The full circle of the moon is our guide.We will walkand then race to meet the necessity of this morning moment. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart~ Copyright ©️ 2024 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
The World Is On Fire – an #improv #poem
A deathly silencefilled the void of wondertoday.The world rangloudly with that silence. A ladder appearedin front of me.Its top-most rungwas hope and expectation. But the many stepsbefore that includefear, anxiety, shame,dread, and more. I could not imaginea more fearful momentthan this:That all I had hoped forand all we had builttogether could be scuttledcompletelyby the violent
When Bees Were Bees – an #improv #poem
When Bees Were Bees – an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart in web-story format. Thank you for reading it.
When You Fall – a #poem with photos of the #waterfall that #inspired it
This week, I’m presenting a new poem (with photos, of course) in a web-story. Click this paragraph to open it in a new window. Thanks for stopping by!
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Easter – an improvised poem
“Easter” a spontaneously composed (improvised, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart