Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
Having made room For two open hearts Here, What would cause us to Push that space away? Only the closing of Our hearts. That would be sad, indeed, And would serve nothing Worthy that I can think of. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Under the current Of blood that flows — In we creaturely Characters — Is a pump as gigantic As a continent And as minuscule As a droplet of Spring thaw. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
If you have ever wondered What sort of living Tissue makes up The heart, You have surely Pieced together That it is the most Tender and The most tough. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
I offer Due care Because I Do care. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
She’s been dreaming Of mercy Ever since I’ve known her. Has she found it? Certainly it has not Been a gift I brought her: Change, frustration, comfort, Struggle, more change, Beauty, fear, change again, Even occasional joy — Yes. Mercy? I think not. So, I think she is still looking And the gift I long
Being without you Those few days Left me with A sense of Sparseness That I Do not Adore. I am Quite simply Happy to be Back in your Arms and Holding you In mine. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Here’s the thing: Moving fast is fine. It’s just not enough. Our movement has To mean something. It has to be more Than just momentum. It must be filled with Passion and vigor And vitality. Yes! We fill our speed With liveliness. And then, when our Destination is reached, We pause. We breathe. We may
I have a plan. At least an outline. I know how to execute. I don’t need to focus on anything else. I have the creativity and inspiration. It’s just about starting. Once I get started, I know it will get done. So Begin. Ah! Beautiful! ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now,
At the moment, I have to talk About the weather. So often, “talking About the weather” Is such a cliche About shallow Conversations. In this case, it Changed a part of My life. Yesterday, I had Twenty-four wondrous Hours remaining to Be with you; At home. Now, because of A little weather, I am 2,000
Obviously, bipeds are typically Upright. Or so I thought. I am stooped over; practically Singularly huddled at my desk. You would think that I am my Own mass of selves, frightened By the weight of oppression, Looking for a way to hide from The fearsome oppressor — However real or imagined. You’re asking what I’m
