Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
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.
How does love inspire you? Click To Tweet I have loved many people, pets, and — yes — even things in my life. Many of them have been passing fancies. Others were deeply dedicated commitments that I enslaved myself to and paid the cost. Only a few have been pure loves that I hold tenderly
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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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
I daydream. A few of my daydreams are attempts to escape what’s right in front of me. Most of them are my imagination calling out to the rest of me to join in with something beautiful. Improvising is a form of daydreaming. In it, the conscious and subconscious mind unite to create the improvisational expression.
Even though I’m in the middle of a songwriting recording stretch, I’m going to tell myself (sort of) that I’m going to have some interludes made of these improvisations for #quest2016. The first introspective invitation came from Susan Piver in the form of What I most need to tell myself about 2016 is… Yes, it’s not
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
