I wish there was one thing that I Could say to change everything that’s Not beautiful in your world. I know there is no such word. At the same time, I’m tired of Just “doing my best”. So my gift — This time — is to notice the things I Can change to beautify your […]
There’s nothing magical about water. It’s around and inside us all the time. Haven’t I heard that humans are two-thirds Liquid? Commonplace: this water inside that calls So many of us to be at or in the water on the Outside. And then turns our heads again when We hear it rush, Or when it
Somewhere in between traditional and avant garde, There is the sort of gift that anyone might like to receive. You can’t find it by magic, nor by calculation. There was a time, when no thought was required for Gift-giving. There were only a few choices and for certain Occasions, there were none. Now, it seems
When we were courting, I gave you flowers: Cut flowers. Prepared by a florist. Occasionally, I’d break out by going and Picking wildflowers for you. Now, giving you flowers seems redundant. You grow the most beautiful garden. You are the most lovely bloom. What need would you have of another flower? ~ by Stan Stewart
Luscious textures intrigue the lithe tongue As it tests the tenuous shapes of unadulterated, Deep brown edges. Taste buds undulate to incorporate the flowing Sensations. Savoring the bitter and sweet surprise as Cravings partially subside; new desire forms Unabated. Lapping bits from teeth and tissues, Tongue knows More Cannot come soon enough. ~ by Stan
Crisp Clear Focused Audible Trickle Flow Flood Flash Light Refraction Splash Circles Within Circles Geometry Learning Daily Immersed ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 148/1,000
When you look on each bud in the garden, It’s as if it were the most magnificent Painting, in the most auspicious gallery, By the finest artist. It is this way of looking that I suspect Gains you such a magnitude of creative Flow. You seem to always have another Idea, another wondering, another intuition.
What if rain meant nothing more Than water coming down from The heavens? What if sunshine meant nothing more Than divinity seeking to “enlighten” Us? ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
There, high above the reach of any human hand, Is a fingerprint smudge; visible to us now that The light is sidelong to the window and flickeringly Just so. Let’s not ask the obvious question in case it would Embarrass either of us: questioner or lack-of-answerer. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by
Fragile: She set her heart-shaped teacup On the table. There was no way She could have known that the Bump would come seconds later That would send it crashing and Smashing to the floor. Vivacious: Heath was on the move. He loved his mommy, but mostly Just wanted to get from place to Place, loving
