Today, if I could be any creature of my choosing, I would choose the dragonfly: For when I watch them circling about — buffeting against one other — I am drawn into their play and I long to be part of it. I know that in my current body That is not possible. So, for […]
The butterfly effect. I step out of my door early in the morning And choose to let my foot drop to the ground Where it will. Today, that footfall happens to be on a small Creature, barely visible if I had taken the time To look there and notice it. I will never know the
I saw a man standing — glassy-eyed And upward looking — at the side of the path. There were a few things he said that I cannot Be at all sure what they were. But these came through clear and bold: “I am OK. It is your choice to believe me or not. I do
It’s not that love disappeared. Not even close. It’s that there has been a fresh Blossoming of that delightful Sensation and desire in me. A kind of open-heart surgery Where I am both the physician And the patient. The object of my re-bloomed love? It is both you And the me that I had drowned
Life ranges broadly from absolute wonder To instant tragedy. The extremes don’t always Go hand-in-hand. Though they do bounce off of each Other like hail bouncing on warm pavement, Or tides coming right up to the grassy wall At the edge of the beach one moment and Far out into the sands the next. ~
I once changed my name. It was momentous and mundane At the same time. Now, I apparently need another New identity. Someone I have never even met is saying I must change or suffer the consequences. What once was so important Becomes suddenly superfluous; And not by a direct choice, But one that I am
Summer brings a kind of warmth That is not alway kind. It overheats the bodies of the child and the aged. It invites unclothed bodies to worship the Sun, Unprotected; to be regretted later on. I watch our dog seeking the cool, refreshing Drink of water and the pressing of his body Against the tiles
Bow caresses strings just so. Responsive, they begin instantly to sing. At first, it is the ears that listen. Soon, only the heart needs to hear. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Boomerangs. Hugs. Pretty much guaranteed to get them back. Hmmm. Time to do some giving. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 156/1,000
I love the way mist hovers in the rims of the hills Long after it has seemingly disappeared From its origins in the deep valleys. It dangles freely there, no agenda to fulfill. Just waiting for Sun to hit it and change its being Into something completely new. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011,
