When I first wrote “Wreck-less”, it had one meaning. Today, as you can imagine, it has another. At least for me. Imagine Change I had the idea for Wreck-less a few years prior, but the first set of lyrics I wrote in the wake of the first war by the West against Iraq. Several countries […]
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Here, here we sit on pews as they did when they took their last breath.They could have been a neighbor. Their parents may be one yet.What good do we think our thoughts and prayers will do for them now?If our prayer is for forgiveness, do our actions speak as loud as words. The alarm went
Grief is medicine.It is not static. Its sadness is a rainbow.Grief is myriadand filled withmystery,expectation,wonder. Grief is the ashesand the rising from them. This medicine is the unknownand the fear of it.So, I feel itand embrace this unknownness. Grief is medicine.It is not static. My grief is rage.At first, it wasan impotent frustration.But now, I
Strange parables are these;Beyond interpretation.Their stories backwardsAnd their chroniclers misled. In the aftermath of reason,We perhaps abandon themOr can, throughout our lifetime,Puzzle over all they hold. Parables and how we take themAre but a simple mirror heldOut before our features: Broken,And misshapen forms. Fear is such a dread companion.How its judgements misconstrueWhat our savior wants
These times may take us to the edge of hope. Let’s go there and keep going. I didn’t expect to release this. Especially now. Though now is all there is. “To The Edge“. For now, these six improvised piano-plus pieces are in limited release. Reach out to me if you think these should be on
Tiny sparkleslike ground bound stars dot the grass.The full circle of the moon is our guide.We will walkand then race to meet the necessity of this morning moment. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart~ Copyright ©️ 2024 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
When Bees Were Bees – an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart in web-story format. Thank you for reading it.
This week, I’m presenting a new poem (with photos, of course) in a web-story. Click this paragraph to open it in a new window. Thanks for stopping by!
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“Easter” a spontaneously composed (improvised, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart
“Our Hearts Are Like the Waterfall” is an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart.
