Poetry and other creations by Stan Stewart. Sometimes, it’s just the poem. Sometimes, it’s the story behind the creation.
My sarcastic side Has been in full effect Leading up to Yuletide. I want to be serious, But there’s a mild Agitation That keeps eking up Through my soul And into my mouth. I can sometimes Keep my tongue from Pronouncing the words In an audible fashion. But occasionally They come out. And (obviously) When […]
Tears So close to the edge They nestle against Nothing And the fabric of something that wants to work its way out Love Has come undone Willing the bliss of tears To become Tending Belt Up your midsection and Belt Out the blissfulness Short of tears You will love Fluidly Fabulously Finally ~ spontaneously composed by
Whatever I am right now, I have created out of the raw materials given to me. Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly. Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing. Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they
I didn’t see her fall the first time By the time I saw her lying there Two other passersby had Already stopped to give her aid I stopped my car with a jolt Pressed the four-way flashers And leapt into the street I could tell by the stress in the helpers’ voices The first fall had
There is a new version of this song! I hope you’ll also give it a listen and read the rest of the story in this post: Quake – a song revisited. Loma Prieta I still remember the day vividly in my imagination. Only weeks prior to that day, I had moved into an apartment in
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Each entry Onto the stage Is another chance To step up To who I am Becoming. Neither Theatre Nor life Are a competition With the other Beautiful Actors on the Real or Metaphorical Stage. However much I may strive to Memorize my lines, The next entrance Will always in so Many ways Be another improvisation, Another
Well, there he is again. Sure, I thought he was gone. I forgot that he is not here To haunt me; Only to bring the lesson Of my life back to my Heart Again and again. For the heart of the Boy on a bicycle Was surely broken. Yes, it’s been mended Again and again.
When there are rumblings — literal and metaphorical — around the world, it’s easy to be affected by them. That’s what happened to me. First, the earthquake in Nepal had been in the news for days. Friends have started to respond with music and other artforms. My friend, Cornflower, offers one beautiful example. I’m already
Brush sways heads of browned leaves; A stark contrast to the brilliant, glazed snow Shining in the glow of morning sunlight. From this angle, those twigs seem like Darkness or shadow. But shift to the other side and you’ll find It, like the snow, is fully Illuminated. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart on
Waiting for Life Like many people I know who often have creative ideas, I have been known to procrastinate. I’ve been collecting moving water moving pictures for many years.I had intended — in various degrees over many months — to turn them into an online video. Finally, a couple of months ago, I (at long last) pulled
