Sitting on the rim
Of a rainstorm
Thinking about
Thoughts of you,
Clouds almost
Kissing the rooftops
A cold wind
Whistllng on through,
A young woman
Came by with
Mystical rings
And the sweetest
The sexiest smile,
We sat near the clouds
Our backs to the wind
Talking about
Intimate things.
Stephen Nesbitt©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:55 PM May 30, 2012
There’s always that possibility
That keeps one on the edges,
Perhaps there’s no lips,
No tongues, no fingers
At the moment,
No arching of backs
At the squeezing
And drawing in,
No finger nails on
The shoulder blades,
But there’s always that possibility
That keeps one on the edges.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:15 AM May 29, 2012
How long
Does the echo
Of a heartbeat last,
Does it ride
Through the ages
Or hang in the past,
How long
Is the time
From when a raindrop
Falls t’ill it splats,
Does the echo
Carry on
Or end when it’s flat ?
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:24 PM May 28, 2012
I am done
With the wow factor
Stephen,
Life is good,
I go to work
He goes to work
The kids go to school,
I make dinner
He mows the lawn
Sometimes we switch,
The kids come home,
TV, a movie now and then,
Plans for our holiday,
And of course
The new sleep aides
Are simply wonderful,
Reality is reality
Isn’t it Stephen,
It’s all about
Clocks and calendars,
I read you from
Time to time,
You’re really quite good
You know,
Something you wrote
Tagged with The Cure
Made my thighs tingle,
But my cell rang
And it was back to reality,
I don’t know how
You stick with now time,
It must be a Yogi thing,
Love as always,
Ithaca.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:00 AM May 27, 2012
Sometimes mornings
Are a time stand still,
That interlude between
Shift changes
When nothing seems
To be happening,
But the unseen magic
Is still there,
Much like the energy
Racing between
A man and a woman,
Sensing the desire,
Fighting the urgency,
Never connecting
This time around.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:12 AM May 26, 2012
A Wizard sat
Outside the door
Reading clouds
And listening to
Far away voices,
I swear he’s
A paranoid schizophrenic
The Goddess said,
I suppose if
Anyone knew about
Such things
She would know
For her energy spoke
Without her even speaking,
And what was I to do
A simple poet
Caught in the middle,
Drawn to both,
Stuck in that flux
That holds you
Powerless.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
3:40 PM May 25, 2012
Clouds without warning
Messing the morning
With grey skies
And drizzle,
Women tightening
Their clothing
Hurrying
Inside,
And the cat
That is feral
Stretched out near
The barrel
Screaming
And running
To hide.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:34 AM May 24, 2012
