Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
Like drones rising up We are eager to catch first light. It’s Winter, so the catching Is not too difficult; Though it may be hard: Stiff and inflexible like The frozen melt on top Of old snow. We tramp through anyway. The reward will be sunrise. There is nothing else in All of the goodness […]
Here is “What If?” as recited by Erica Zohreh Habibi. Hearing this transformed the poem for me (and I composed it…) What if the world were flat. Would that change the color of your favorite tree? What if you only had one more day to live. Tell me what you’d want to do then. What
Sunni Brown offered us this prompt in #Quest2015: How could you make moments of joy a sacred priority in 2015? What forms will such moments take? Doodle your way into these questions and share your doodles. View this post on Instagram I like to #doodle – who knew?!?!? #quest2015 #sacredjoy A post shared by Stan Stewart
As part of #Quest2015, Pam Houston provided this prompt: “Sit quietly and ask yourself, what in the last day or week or month has made your heart leap up? Not what should, or might or always had, but what did. Make that list. Be honest, even if it surprises you. Keep the list with you
In the third prompt for Tracking Wonder’s #Quest2015, Michael Bungay-Stanier asks “Who are you willing to disappoint or offend or upset or abandon… for the sake of the Great Work that’s calling you for your best 2015?” Within 24-hours of receiving this prompt, I also ran across this quote: “Be regular and orderly in your
Expand, version 2 Breath Go ahead Breathe me what I need To inhale Exhale Listen Wind blows and trees creak They do not care that You do not sleep Though it is one AM They will let you be Let them be, too Expand – dual spontaneous poems with photos by Stan Stewart Click To
Crescent moon, Glowing iridescent through Humid clouds, Morning’s orange glow, and Aging eyes. I look Once more Inspired by your Walk across night’s edge. When you shine so Vividly, coaxing night walkers, Early risers, And lovers To wander with you In the darkness, It is easy to Forget that your light Is reflected from another
I wake in the middle of the night My heart is pounding fiercely And the sheets offer no comfort So I slip out of bed. As my feet touch the floor There’s a cold sensation; Knowing your warm, soft body Might as well be a million miles away. The door requires a nudge So I
Every day it hovers In the corners of your awareness. You know it’s there. And too easily take it for granted. Your life filled with hubbub and Noise may seem to fill every corner Of who you think you can be. But that is nothing compared To the life in the green. Drop to your knees. Press your nose
Whatever fear invents, I swear it makes no sense. ~ Peter Gabriel (Come Talk To Me lyrics) New love. New life. What is this insecurity, This doubt? The danger lies In remaining silent. Speak. And the fear is exposed, Made vulnerable to The light of day. That is the way That it cannot Survive. Yet
