Sashaying In Green

Come Monday morning

It was sashaying

In green,

Of course

It was startling

But the beauty

Was seen,

With each shimmer

And movement

Like leaves

On a tree,

Pure beauty

Is simply,

Simply free.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

2:17 PM June 23, 2014


Years ago

After reading

Green Darkness

I wondered

If such things

Really happened,

After meeting you

I have the sense

That sure it does,

How else does

One explain

The magnet to steel


That cannot be

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

8:43 PM June 21, 2014



The interaction

Of realities,

Like spinning space rocks

On a collision course

Nothing really changes,

The near misses

The brush bys

The big bangs,

Through its course

Glimpses of beauty,

But for the most part

The eerie smell

Of political manoeuvring,

Used car and boat broker bantering,

War mongering on various fronts.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

11:11 am June 16, 2014


There are times

When we cannot

Accept the obvious,

We look for reasons

And explanations

That sometimes simply

Are not there,

Death and dying

Birth and crying

Have no time for logic,

Like love …

You loved back then

You still love now

And yet somehow,

The beauty is adrift

In mental measuring.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

9:59 AM June 15, 2014