Category Archives: Poem

Maybe in Another Life

Posted on September 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

She is a feast of soft lines and deft nooks, a heaviness of promise and allure. Our silent promises cannot be kept. A sharp look of agreement would cut through the hearts of all. Promises we have already made keep us honest … Continue reading →

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Water and Rock

Posted on September 3, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The head winds in these times: a gale blown in from the south drives the sea to a craggy appointment. It makes a shuttered room clean, just enough light to warm pen and paper bound with years and a hum … Continue reading →

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Contact

Posted on September 1, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I write for people awake. I don’t have to yell. Some of our herd: I see their eyes flash; they know they don’t know, but are not afraid. More is heard than said. The thread glows and goes and grows, … Continue reading →

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A Dream-Threshing Tractor

Posted on August 27, 2014 by Jim Stewart

I am a hiccup in some quantum field where there may or may not be a dream-threshing tractor. Imagination can travel faster than the speed of light. When you outrun light it is very dark. These things are obvious. My … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Hair Reality

Posted on August 19, 2014 by Jim Stewart

The skin on the back of my head is warm and smooth. I miss my hair there.

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Haiku–Mornings

Posted on August 14, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Gossamer threads run from tree to leaf, leaf to ground. Mornings are my time. (top: neowin.net; bottom: forum.prisonplanet.com)

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Haiku–Little Junco

Posted on August 5, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Little junco, take my heart and make it lighter. You: a gift always.   (from lynxeds.com)

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No Reading Tonight

Posted on August 4, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Sitting on the bed is like winning the lottery; the pillows beckon and the fetus I sometimes am will curl and sigh. The book at my bedside beckons, also, with insight and grace. The poet I am sighs. Carefully, I … Continue reading →

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Haiku–Shuffling to Nowhere

Posted on July 29, 2014 by Jim Stewart

There is nothing more distracted than a tired old truck driver lost.   (from thetruckersreport.com)

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Haiku–Who dat?

Posted on July 28, 2014 by Jim Stewart

Five Olympic rings; one for each continent there? Someone is missing.

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