Strange parables are these;Beyond interpretation.Their stories backwardsAnd their chroniclers misled. In the aftermath of reason,We perhaps abandon themOr can, throughout our lifetime,Puzzle over all they hold. Parables and how we take themAre but a simple mirror heldOut before our features: Broken,And misshapen forms. Fear is such a dread companion.How its judgements misconstrueWhat our savior wants […]
Tiny sparkleslike ground bound stars dot the grass.The full circle of the moon is our guide.We will walkand then race to meet the necessity of this morning moment. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart~ Copyright ©️ 2024 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
When Bees Were Bees – an improvised (spontaneous, unedited) poem by Stan Stewart in web-story format. Thank you for reading it.
“Know This” – a spontaneous (improvised) poem by Stan Stewart, strangely inspired by COVID-19 and the practice of physical distancing.
Oh, the weather isDoing its thing:There’s a weird, wintry mixDumping its glorious metrics Of wet, heavy, and wonderfulFrozen bits of hydrogenAnd oxygen. You can never get tooMuch of this stuff.It’s beautiful andBlessedly mesmerizing. ~ Spontaneously composed (improvised, unedited) by Stan Stewart~ Copyright 2019 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
Waking without an alarmand waking without alarmis like a simple gift. When each morningis a drive to workfrom a drive to survive, questionsrun simplicityout the door. My thoughts areof great things withgigantic magnitudes too many times toname. Today wasdifferent. This morning came without fanfare.Eyes flickered openof their own accord and in their own, sweettime. Though
