2 Moisture fills the void. This liquid seems more molten Than flowing, though. It does not cool the fear, But fuels it; Basking and bleeding, Its results are burns Of some degree previously Unfelt and unseen by Human flesh. Searing, its reminders Never go away. ~ each poem spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ copyright […]
1 Fear: You do not come gently to nudge my grief. No. You hover like a sinister monster waiting For my sadness to uncover itself. And standing in front of it, You try to loom As if the grief itself is your nemesis. You hold back and push forward At the same time. Your quivering
Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it! ~ W.H. Murray Momentum There’s a wisdom that’s come down through the ages that seems to really be true. Here’s my paraphrase: Wherever you put your attention, that’s what’s going to expand in your life. If you get
Unhung, the painting lies there on the table, pregnantly waiting for its completion. For it is incomplete. Face down, no eye can see if it is beautiful, ugly, vibrant, or plain. Will it be forever unseen? Or will fingers eventually pry the frame from that surface (intended as a place of physical nourishment, but relegated
Fear and Stress As a creative person, you create stories about yourself. These may involve capabilities, collaborators, style, or whatever. You set your heroes, idols, peers and competitors up and play your own work off against theirs. Out of this, you create a negative story about yourself. “I’m afraid I won’t live up to my
Pondering The imponderable, I awaken from The dream (Which felt like Reality until That little gasp for Air pulled me away From sleep and into The new dawn). My first thoughts Are not quiet, Contented or Peaceful thoughts. They are the “Must do” thoughts That will also plague Me throughout the day. And strangely, these
She invited me to take a breath and it was then that I realized I had not been breathing. I think, too, that my heart may not have been beating… (It is my heart. I listen for its beating And hear nothing. So I take another deep) Breath: intake. Diaphragm presses down On the belly and
I had forgotten how Looming the sense Of loneliness Can be in the Heat of Summer. With its glowing bands Of heat, stretching over Sun and sand, This season above All others Is the one that Accentuates being Solo. Yet, these aging eyes Can see the glow that Comes into those Filled with young love.
Sprillitz! Avoiding Summer heat in the Shade of the shoreline trees, Kingfisher swoops to seemingly KrAsH headlong into the water’s Surface. This time, there is no catch. Or perhaps she was simply Quenching her thirst in preparation For the next hunt. Shhhwash! Splatz! This time, the tail and mouth of An undetermined sort of fish
“To change and to change for the better are two different things.” ~ German proverb I know that what is happening right now is what is happening right now. Yet, in my humanness, I shift into thinking of future and especially of past moments instead of being right here, right now. And so, while there
