Consequence Of Reason

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

 

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Doorways

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

A Sad Day

 

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