Mind Talk

As the days turned

To weeks,

As the weeks ran

Into months

And the rush

At the thought

Of her,

At the sight

Of her,

Kept flooding his

Entire being

He knew it was


Than a passing fancy,

Funny he thought

As he gazed out the


Across the plaza,

Passing fancies put

You through the wringer,

But he didn`t know

Where this would take him.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling“ www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:40 AM October 30, 2012

Love Affairs And Saddles

Do love affairs

Ever end

Or do they simply

Stroll your dreams

And sneak into

Your waking hours

At unexpected times,

When you fall in love

Do you say what

The hell and ride,

Or do you

Bide your time

To see how long

The track is

Before climbing

Onto the saddle ?

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:57 PM October 29, 2012

Sunday October 28th.

I bet I could seduce you.

No I don’t think you could.

What? Are you trying

Reverse psychology?

No – Just responding

To your statement.

I was looking for a poem

In that old conversation

When the 7.7 earthquake hit.

I didn’t feel a thing,

Didn’t know it happened

Until Matt came knocking hard,

It’s hard to feel the earth move

When your floating above the


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangertsAndPoetry.com

7:22 PM October 28, 2012

Sometimes They Seemed

Sometimes they seemed to be

Like the engraved figures

On an ancient Egyptian necklace,

Forever locked in a mystic stare,

Making love with their eyes

And when the sun and light

Were right coming together

In a full passionate embrace

Of bodies and lips that

Onlookers never did see,

Sometimes they seemed to be

Like that,

Lovers stuck in alabaster

On a vase older than modern

Time itself,

Desperately wanting to come

Together in a naked bliss

That was impossible,

Sometimes they

Seemed to be

Like that.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:00 PM October 25, 2012

Wednesday October 24th.

The snow on the mountains

The cold morning air

Bring snow tires

And shovels to


Sean stopped in looking

For a dishwashing job,

Jim came in for a tea

And a read of the

Globe & Mail

And a

Quiet early morning

Turned into a hub

Of coming and


Too busy to write

The words jamming in

My mind but I’ll remember

Them because they are all about


Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:08 PM October 24, 2012