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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Evergreen Droopy Reminder Sadness Majestic Upstanding Pride Branches Limbs Reaching Up Roots Foundation Deep Pinecones Seeds Something New Birds Flitting Landing Flitting Again Essence Joy ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 138/1,000
You, standing there and Seeming to hold your breath; You, opening the window To your own longing and discovery. You, waiting with eyes and Arms outstretched in beckoning; You, wistful with hope that Since this is not an obvious ending, Anticipating it as a beginning. You, standing at the mirror Looking for what you know