Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
I had forgotten how Looming the sense Of loneliness Can be in the Heat of Summer. With its glowing bands Of heat, stretching over Sun and sand, This season above All others Is the one that Accentuates being Solo. Yet, these aging eyes Can see the glow that Comes into those Filled with young love. […]
Sprillitz! Avoiding Summer heat in the Shade of the shoreline trees, Kingfisher swoops to seemingly KrAsH headlong into the water’s Surface. This time, there is no catch. Or perhaps she was simply Quenching her thirst in preparation For the next hunt. Shhhwash! Splatz! This time, the tail and mouth of An undetermined sort of fish
I have a friend who Perpetually Pursues the Precipice That he blissfully calls Mountaintop experiences. (“Mountaintop experiences” Are what I used to call Those ever so gentle weekend retreats I have enjoyed attending and For which I seem to have nothing To show in spite of the bravado With which I shared my experiences From
As untimely as snow in Spring, Love comes and goes. Not wanting or waiting for Mortal desires, it flashes In surprising (perhaps even Strange) acts of everything: From the most endearing Coming together to a fearsome Turning away. Love does not wait to Burst open in blossoming Delight. Nor does it wane At the moment
I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is breaking thinking of the relationships I have betrayed over the years (And continue to betray) with whatever level of intention or unintentionality I have brought to them I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is
I’m grateful for friends who share deeply with me. This brief reflection was inspired by the struggle of a dear friend and my attempts to reflect on how aspects of his experience might be shared by many…including me.
I try not to complain about rain. There’s something beautiful and calming about the way that it splashes, Creates a drumbeat on the earth, a pulse on our heads… umbrellas…
Please give of your time or money (or both) to help the people affected by the storm known as Sandy. I recommend Music for Relief if you want to donate to services helping children and all who are without functioning homes in the wake of the hurricane and storm. My heart goes out to all
I’ve been telling myself That I have to. And I know it is not true. Have To Builds walls and fortresses that hold in Nothing. 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. No. To soften the hard
The moon does not blaze its way From the cusp of the horizon To the heights of the atmosphere. It is content to meander slowly, Incrementally From the tops of the ridges To the apex of its nightly rounds. There, with its reflected brilliance (Shining alike on cloud and clear) The moon (Without judgment or
