#Poem – song
sing to me about your sadness and about your joy i don’t want to wait any more to hear your celebration or your longing ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by Music for the Moment, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 63/1,000
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#Poem – words
On the one hand: A turn of phrase Or a phrase of turning, A twisted word Or a wordy twist: They are just words Anyway. Much better to attend To life: Grass, Leaf, Bark, Stream, Snow, Wind, Flesh, and Bone. Blink and you will miss them. The words will stay on the page. Come back
#Poem – bright
When sunlight hits a crest of snow The combination crackles with Brilliance. Does the snow or the sun know That they have created such a Wonder? Apparently not. For they each Carry on, undisturbed and Stalwart. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by Music for the Moment, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 61/1,000
#Poem – once
Well, I can barely remember That day, now. I’m pretty sure it was a Tuesday, But I’m not even certain about that. In some ways it was literally So many years ago. In other ways, the sensations Linger like it was yesterday. It was a shocking grief And the most hollow sadness I’ve ever felt.
#Poem – gift
Being unemployed has several side-effects: Reduced income, eating away at money saved up For other purposes, and most of all — time on my hands. I kept seeing the time on my hands as a mystery to Be delved into and decided upon. Now, I realize that it is a simple gift. I had seen
#Poem – zero
In-between, there is that temperature: Frozen water begins to drip And liquid water begins to freeze. Whatever its state, the water Does not anticipate the change. It simply flows or hardens As the in-between requires Of it. As if it were an artist Responding to inspiration, The ice or fluid begins to take On the
#Poem – magic too
Start now. The waiting is over. Actually, it’s been over for A long time. It’s just my body that Thought the old doldrums Were still in vogue. Catch up now with the Train that’s already speeding ahead. I must be agile, fit and young enough Still to grind the unhallowed asphalt Under my heels. Move!
#Poem – magic
someone told me that there’s magic about the year 2012. i don’t know if i believe in magic, because i’m focused on what’s real and tangible now. i’ve for too long waited for the magic to intrude on my reality, take care of me, remove all cares from me. i know better. and i still
#Poem – ground
it’s been too long since i had that sense of being two-feet-on-the-ground solid. it may be that i’m too intense for myself or my life is occasionally too much for this embodied state i live in. and thus the unsettled me is too often what i present to the world. even under winter’s snow, the
#Poem – whites and grays
Winter white has painted The world outside and Left nothing about the Shape of local geography To imagination. The rocks dressed up in Snow and the trees Dressed down for The season place the Forest in stark contrast To the jutting buildings We humans erect for Shelter and bragging rights. White and gray: Looking so