I will not tap my feet. Though the rhythms and melodies you play Conger up kicking off shoes and Dancing barefoot in the grass, I will not tap my feet. Though my heart beats faster at the Melodic buildup — as horn and keys Latch together in the repetition of a theme, Calling my heart […]
Awakened in the middle of the night By that call that I knew could come And which I hoped would not I am stretched beyond my best self. This awakening has drawn me into The wired state of mind where Everything and nothing are important And not important. Where the knowing That I should go
squirm the way the TV surgery shows do with “just the right amount” of blood squirm the way a parent can make a child feel when they question behavior or even when an adult just makes a (unintentionally loaded) suggestion squirm to get your spine moving and blood flowing to get your emotion in motion
Unwanted fatigue overtakes my worn out sinews. Brain wanted to continue, but heart and flesh Are giving out. Only for today, tendons are tired and Head is hanging. No more ’til tomorrow. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 174/1,000
Invited by you, I open the doorway to my imagination And find there a vast, undiscovered country Filled with fun balloons, open-hearted tigers, Lovely, kind-hearted gazelles, Grown up children and Playful adults. Time to explore! ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Poster child Perpetually Perfect Pathetic Prenatal Past. Now Never Non-existent Non-practicing Nom de plume Necromancering. Laugh Luscious Liquid List of Lustrous iLluminations. Jump Just Jester Jeans. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 172/1,000
Since Thursday, nature has been boldly Requesting my attention. It was Thursday when lightning ripped a hole In the tall pine tree next to the house. The rip went from top to bottom. Bits were strewn everywhere across the yard And up on the roof. A board in the fence was broken. The garage door
Blank. Canvas. Paint. Begin. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Outside my morning window, two birds are having a bit of a chat. It seems that they want to demonstrate that they each can sing A song of their own choosing. Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple Song and not worry about
Spilling over to feeling contentment — Dread can no longer hold its sway — Waters of hope and longing and being Wash the well-known “lonely” away. Present to wonders of being the in breath: Simple reminders of compassion’s time. Rising and falling, the belly reminds us Of rhythms suspended like poems that don’t rhyme. ~
