Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
What if the world were flat (again)? Oh, yes: I know it was never flat, But the phrase just twisted itself Out into my poem anyway. What if kindness really has no prerequisite? Well, that’s actually true. You don’t have to know, Need, Think, Feel, Learn, or Actualize anything. That’s why we say Just Be […]
Silence: My friends variously tell me to keep quiet and to boisterously express Both my fear and my anxious, soapbox warnings. If I could speak and keep passionate positivity in the foreground I would speak. But silence is the better part for me. To say what I believe would be to alienate half the population
It’s raining here in Ithaca. This was the weekend for a video shoot, but that’s not going to happen in the rain. This Spring has been such a weird mixture; as if the seasons are mixed up. I also had a chance to visit relatives in Florida, so I have that reminder that the sun
Life is not a drill. I don’t get to rehearse Until one day It’s suddenly The performance. Even when I Am alone, Everything I do Is on stage. Getting my act Together Is a really good idea. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Suspended in this Digression from The season that has Supposedly arrived, I hang between snow And sun. Drawn to each one In its own way, I hover. Distracted, each Longing takes Me further from what Is right in front of me Until desire and longing Come together, Making now and Now and now all that
Leftover leaves Crunch softly underfoot As I wander to the creekside. There The sunshine warms my face, Amplifying what fleece had Already done. Buds beckon from nearby branches But I fear they Are destined to wither In a predicted freeze. All four seasons seem Rolled into a confused Ripple that waves goodbye, Jettisons across the
What if Today is all There is. Today is all There is. There is Today. What if There is Today. ~ a spontaneous micro-poem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Covering the deep, Watery abyss Is a haunting, Menacing rock. It stays cold until The hottest days Of Summer. So if you want The warmth now, Dive and dive And dive again. Explore and delve The abyss. From above, It looks like a frightening Hole, but inside You will find an Opening beyond All imagining.
Well is a hole You dig to get water. Well is healthy (Especially after illness). Well is what happens To eyes filled with Sadness and Joy. Well, well, well. ~ spontaneously composed #micropoem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
Influence and Inspiration Is it strange to discover that something or someone has been an influence on me and I didn’t realize it until they were gone? After all, humans like me only use about 10% of our brain so why would I be surprised that many things hold sway over me or inspire me
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