Time Travellers

Time travellers,

Busy in our minds

Travelling backwards

And forwards

To places and moments

We think we know

We cannot

Possibly be,

Except those few

Who peel back

The illusion,

They sit in simple

Amazement and wonder.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:51 AM February 23, 2013

 

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The Ending

So we went through

The emotions of the motions,

Or was it

 The motions of the emotions,

Who knows for sure,

Trapped in the illusion

Of the spheres

The way we are,

Perhaps a fitting ending

To a chapter

Or is it a book,

Of something that

Came out of the blue,

Started as a surprise

Without knowing,

Without understanding,

Mesmerized by the magic

Of it all.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:42 PM February 21, 2013

On Her Birthday

On her birthday

He drank Iron Goddess tea

And wondered

What it would be like

To sip coffee

In her private quarters,

Where it was

Rumoured

She loved to lounge

In her pyjamas,

His imagination

Took him to petting

Llamas in Peru,

Mingling with Muses

In Greece,

Realizing it all drove

Her lovers wild,

But no apologies,

Because that’s what

Poets do.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:05 PM February 21, 2013

Lots Of Cats

On the side of the list

She wrote, Lots Of Cats,

I started to think about

How many cool writers

Have written about or

Been influenced by cats,

Too many to note, but

There was Eliot, Sartre,

Hemingway, King, Hesse,

Kerouac, Colette, Poe,

Auden, Burroughs, Dick,

Highsmith, Twain, Cocteau,

Plath, Bukowski, wait,

Wait a minute,

Would Bukowski have

Called a cat a cat ?

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:28 PM February 20, 2013

One-Hundred And Thirty-Five

The angle created

By the setting sun

In the West,

The moon

Rising in the East,

And the point

Where sun light

And moon light

Met at the crown

Of her long hair

Flowing down around

Her shoulders,

Was one-hundred

And thirty-five degrees,

Although many speculated

Why, no one asked why,

The Yogi was so intrigued

With the Goddess of the ocean.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:15 PM February 19, 2013

Full Snow Moon

Is that you waiting

At the Full Snow Moon,

Waiting alone

For me to come,

I tell you now

Don’t wait too long

For I may never

Come along,

Well he said

With a wintery smile

When it comes to love

You never say never,

She shook her head

As she walked away,

Don’t be so clever,

So clever my man,

For time may find

You frozen one day.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:00 PM February 18, 2013