Poem 0148: birthday 3 (water)
Crisp Clear Focused Audible Trickle Flow Flood Flash Light Refraction Splash Circles Within Circles Geometry Learning Daily Immersed ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 148/1,000
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Poem 0147: birthday 2
When you look on each bud in the garden, It’s as if it were the most magnificent Painting, in the most auspicious gallery, By the finest artist. It is this way of looking that I suspect Gains you such a magnitude of creative Flow. You seem to always have another Idea, another wondering, another intuition.
Poem 0146: rain again
What if rain meant nothing more Than water coming down from The heavens? What if sunshine meant nothing more Than divinity seeking to “enlighten” Us? ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
#Poem – lovingkindness
There was something I was supposed to do right now. And suddenly, as the real “now” Takes over from the anticipated Now, I realized that the actual something I’m Supposed to… Wanting to… Desiring to… Melting into… Is just holding your hand. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, inc. All Rights
smudge – a poem
There, high above the reach of any human hand, Is a fingerprint smudge; visible to us now that The light is sidelong to the window and flickeringly Just so. Let’s not ask the obvious question in case it would Embarrass either of us: questioner or lack-of-answerer. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by
Poem 0143: glass
Fragile: She set her heart-shaped teacup On the table. There was no way She could have known that the Bump would come seconds later That would send it crashing and Smashing to the floor. Vivacious: Heath was on the move. He loved his mommy, but mostly Just wanted to get from place to Place, loving
Poem 0142: tragedy
There was a moment today where I imagined that I had tragedy in my life. Two days ago, I thought about my friend. I did not call him, though I considered it and later Wished I had called him. So, today, I took the time and called him. My friend’s aunt killed herself With a
Poem 0141: wet dog
Coming in from the rain, My dog shakes himself in His all-too-familiar, dog-like way. His soaked hair flings droplets Of the fresh-fallen moisture Everywhere! I imagine the thrill of being able To shake my body incrementally, From head to toe to tail with Seeming ease. And as I imagine This, I notice a shimmer run
Poem 0140: costly
Today’s “free stuff” to-do list: really taste the coffee smile at somebody I don’t know be gentle with myself hug a friend laugh at my own humanness smile at my beloved sit down to pet the dog really taste my life and be gentle with whatever I notice be sure to give someone a goodnight
#Poem: perhaps
Perhaps by the end of the day There will be a story or two to tell. In a each moment, there may seem to be nothing, But when all of the moments are added together, It’s as if they have multiplied and strung together In some eureka of a formula that could hold the Secret