There was a moment today where I imagined that I had tragedy in my life. Two days ago, I thought about my friend. I did not call him, though I considered it and later Wished I had called him. So, today, I took the time and called him. My friend’s aunt killed herself With a […]
Coming in from the rain, My dog shakes himself in His all-too-familiar, dog-like way. His soaked hair flings droplets Of the fresh-fallen moisture Everywhere! I imagine the thrill of being able To shake my body incrementally, From head to toe to tail with Seeming ease. And as I imagine This, I notice a shimmer run
Today’s “free stuff” to-do list: really taste the coffee smile at somebody I don’t know be gentle with myself hug a friend laugh at my own humanness smile at my beloved sit down to pet the dog really taste my life and be gentle with whatever I notice be sure to give someone a goodnight
Perhaps by the end of the day There will be a story or two to tell. In a each moment, there may seem to be nothing, But when all of the moments are added together, It’s as if they have multiplied and strung together In some eureka of a formula that could hold the Secret
Evergreen Droopy Reminder Sadness Majestic Upstanding Pride Branches Limbs Reaching Up Roots Foundation Deep Pinecones Seeds Something New Birds Flitting Landing Flitting Again Essence Joy ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 138/1,000
You, standing there and Seeming to hold your breath; You, opening the window To your own longing and discovery. You, waiting with eyes and Arms outstretched in beckoning; You, wistful with hope that Since this is not an obvious ending, Anticipating it as a beginning. You, standing at the mirror Looking for what you know
Poetry has such a hard time Being as poetic as The rest of life. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. 136/1,000
Am I Not Blessed? Or Blissed? I Am Blessed. Am I Blissed? I Am Not. Or Am I? I Am Blessed Not Blissed? I Am Blessed. I Am Blissed. I Am. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved. #sixwords
Organized and haphazard lists strewn everywhere in my mind Overlap each other in vital fury. Crescent moons of conflicting anticipations fan out before me: They each vie for my attention And none of them win out. For right now is not when I fulfill to-do Lists. It is a time for repose Coupled with quiet
Shyly, he lifts the flowers out of the pouch And finds that they have been crushed by Their travels and travails. Still, they are his gift to her and so he Fluffs them up the best he can and fans Them out and holds them Lovingly before her. She knows of his boyhood wound: the
