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This Grief – an #improv #poem
“This Grief” – a spontaneous poem by Stan Stewart. People’s inhumanity to each other is baffling, so the poet explores the resulting grief.
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Spring: contemplating the black bear – a #poem
Hibernation is not really for the sleep: The point is the coming back to life. Eyes blinking we become accustomed to the light As we emerge from our cave Of becoming. However dusty or muddy the Spring soil may be, We let it squish between our toes. It, too, is raw material, Just as those …
womb: #poem 3 on fear
3 I was making up poetry in the womb. Mother says so, and you know what that means: Nobody’s gonna question it. And I mean nobody. She may not get around so fast, But Mother’s got a way with her tongue That can lash you within an inch of your life. That’s probably why I …
#Poem – To open a heart
She invited me to take a breath and it was then that I realized I had not been breathing. I think, too, that my heart may not have been beating… (It is my heart. I listen for its beating And hear nothing. So I take another deep) Breath: intake. Diaphragm presses down On the belly and …
Lonely Summer – a #poem
I had forgotten how Looming the sense Of loneliness Can be in the Heat of Summer. With its glowing bands Of heat, stretching over Sun and sand, This season above All others Is the one that Accentuates being Solo. Yet, these aging eyes Can see the glow that Comes into those Filled with young love. …
Playful Kingfisher Summer – a #poem
Sprillitz! Avoiding Summer heat in the Shade of the shoreline trees, Kingfisher swoops to seemingly KrAsH headlong into the water’s Surface. This time, there is no catch. Or perhaps she was simply Quenching her thirst in preparation For the next hunt. Shhhwash! Splatz! This time, the tail and mouth of An undetermined sort of fish …
Being real – fans, gigs, and social media
Being real in social media One theme that is consistent in both my writing and my life: being real. You’ll find it in the titles and subjects of my posts; in my general understandings about life; in my poetry; and now in my social media philosophy posted at Tracy Ready’s terrific blog. Overextending myself turned …
Untimely – a spontaneous poem by Stan Stewart
As untimely as snow in Spring, Love comes and goes. Not wanting or waiting for Mortal desires, it flashes In surprising (perhaps even Strange) acts of everything: From the most endearing Coming together to a fearsome Turning away. Love does not wait to Burst open in blossoming Delight. Nor does it wane At the moment …
Poem : Rain
I try not to complain about rain. There’s something beautiful and calming about the way that it splashes, Creates a drumbeat on the earth, a pulse on our heads… umbrellas…
#Poem – Effective (An Ode to the Moon)
The moon does not blaze its way From the cusp of the horizon To the heights of the atmosphere. It is content to meander slowly, Incrementally From the tops of the ridges To the apex of its nightly rounds. There, with its reflected brilliance (Shining alike on cloud and clear) The moon (Without judgment or …