Beside a highway,
Between strip malls
And railway tracks,
It’s sometimes strange
Where what’s left of us
Ends up,
Not that it really matters
For some trains of thought
Say we’re long gone,
But for those who come
Picking moss from the markers
Wondering about our lives,
Do they ever consciously
Realize how short
The ride really is.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:54 AM December 31, 2012
It’s almost over,
It’s almost starting
And here we are,
One year later,
Everything crazy
Turned upside down,
Governments around
The world
Filled with clowns,
So grab your Sweetie
Have a fun filled night
You never know
When it will be
Out of sight.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:31 PM December 30, 2012
What do you want
For my birthday
She asked,
What do you
Want for mine
He replied,
Although neither
Answered they
Appeared to know
The answers,
Unlike the rest
Of us left standing
In the dark
Wondering,
Watching them
Nibble their bagels
And smile sweetly
At each other
With knowing smiles.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:36 PM December 30, 2012
The haunting cry
Of the seaside seagull
Reminds me of us,
So close yet so far,
You in your world
Me in mine,
Some thought
We wouldn’t last,
Perhaps so did we
At times,
But here we are
Tied up in love,
Sometimes torn,
Teased, frustrated,
Like that haunting cry
We’ve stopped wondering
Why and simply fly
In the lovely moments
We get.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:01 AM December 30, 2012
The thought that I
Might not really love you,
Would be as preposterous
As the ten trillion or so cells
In my body and the one-hundred
Trillion or more bacteria residing
There, reaching a consensus that there
Is no other body in the universe but mine.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:42 PM December 29, 2012
Your concept of
Pictures in a museum
Brought to mind
All that happened
Through the past,
Much of it a whirlwind,
Some of it slow and
Comfortable,
Realizing what’s crazy in
One era is normal in another,
Understanding that some things
Are touchable but unreachable
And others within reach are
Untouchable.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:44 PM December 29, 2012
All out of rhythm
All out of sync
After Christmas
And New Years
Fighting bank from
The brink.
The danger of
Sinking in the
Lifestyle of sloth,
In panic and terror
Running away from
The trough.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Falling” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:30 AM December 29, 2012
