#Poem – well
As the light changes with Evening, it invites My eyes to dim In harmony with it. Today, I accept The invitation and Go the way of a Setting sun. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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#Poem – moon
Dipping into our outer Edges of consciousness, The moon climbs up The mountain of darkness And creates a lamp To bring the night Into view. It does not question Its purpose as it Travels through this nightly Sojourn. And it does So whether it is Seen or hidden From our view. When it has no
#Poem – sun
However dark The early morning, I know that the Sun is coming. I wake. Anticipation’s door Opens into another Bountiful day. Sometimes, in the Darkness, I am not Yet sure what The bounty will be. And so I open my Eyes not knowing Yet exactly which Moment will bring The dawn. ~ by Stan Stewart
#Poem – really
Beautiful: This poem Really Is “for” you. Yours is the One smile Guaranteed To bring out mine. Your request Is the one I cannot refuse. Your eyes The ones I long To gaze into When everything Else is placing Demands on me Or you. This is real. Really. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011
“Lights” – a present moment poem
In Winter, Sunlight hangs vibrant Colors against Snow’s canvas. Momentarily, her artwork Takes up the whole sky And asks we humans to Bathe in the chilled glory. In our futile rushing about And failed multi-tasking, If we were — even for that Brisk moment — to respond Solely to her invitation, Something in us would
#Poem – dream this
The inception of The dream Is rarely like Its ending. The dream Begins With the Dreamer. After starting, Everything is Up for grabs. Will the hero And the heroine Be everlasting? Or will they Even survive Until the final Curtain? I don’t need to Be the hero Or the survivalist. I only need to Live
#Poem – musical parts
Wind whistles trees, Caverns, Trestles, And houses along Its way. It carries its part well. It knows it by heart Or improvises; Carefree and winsome. Yes, I do think The wind makes up Its song as it goes Along. Not too many variations To my ear, at least. And yet never boring. Drifting in and
#Poem – worlds
Orbiting around The center of my World — which seems To me to be neither Sun nor other Solar core — I am propelled Without course. Just this spinning That seems to be Ever taking me back To the same place I’ve been. And yet, in the Midst of this Getting-nowhere, I find myself moved
#Poem – thaw
Listening to the drip, drip, drip Of a day of thaw Is a great reminder: I want to miss neither The individual drop Nor the deluge. Both have their own Beautiful part in the Flood. Each is complete In itself. Both are beautiful. I easily become Transfixed on The drop. It holds so much Mystery
#Poem – one thing
One thing counts: It may be love, It may be compassion, It may be delight, Or it may be beauty, But one thing counts. I awake to the chill of Morning and know that This is not a day to be Wasted or even Taken for granted. For to make even one Thing count, I