The consequence of reason
Was,
She never fell
In love,
She understood
The chemicals
That flowed below
And flew above,
The consequence of reason
Was,
She never had
A child,
She believed
That procreation
Was,
A distraction
For the wild.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:50 AM August 30, 2014
The seal swam up
With the late
August rain,
To the dock
For a peek
And in a refrain,
Slipped away
Beneath a Monaro 24,
It’s haunting
When different worlds
Connect through
Invisible doorways.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:47 AM August 29, 2014
At the end of
That day,
Everyone going
Their own way,
There wasn’t much
That one really could say,
The surfacing of everyone
For themselves,
The I don’t care
Attitude,
Perhaps necessary
For evolution’s sake,
Was still to the idealist,
The Pollyanna hidden deep
Within,
A sad day.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:21 PM August 28, 2014
Sitting on the dock
Five feet from
The water,
Boats of all
Shapes and sizes,
Yachts and sailboats,
An eclectic collection
Of dreams,
Sitting on the dock
Five feet from
The water,
Is like being
The night watchman
In the king’s harem.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:52 AM August 27, 2
I imagine
That you are probably
Still sleeping
As I sit out
Here on the dock,
Cappuccino in hand,
Swallowed by
A magical sunrise,
Aren’t some of
The best times
The times when
You are being
Swallowed.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:51 AM August 26, 2014
There are so many
Things and possibilities
On all sides of
The wall,
But most only
See the wall.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:47 AM August 25, 2014
The weather is holding
But the early morning
Autumn chill
Is there,
Like the stare
Of a lover
Starting not to care,
All seems fine,
But the chill
Is there.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:06 PM August 24, 2014
