Tuesday,
The deli girl
With the cool voice
Said say hello
To Sally,
The wind was right
The sails were dry
The sea screamed
Rally, rally,
Wednesday,
Well, Wednesday
Wasn’t Tuesday.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11:04 PM April 29, 2015
Selling your first sailboat
Is like a first lover leaving,
A first lover, a first sailboat
Introduces you to enchantment
And wonder you could never
Have imagined existed,
The ecstasy, the fear,
The joy, the pain,
After it’s all over
You keep thinking back
About how much they have
Helped you up the ladder of life,
Giving you one of those many
Pushes to becoming
Who and what
You are.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
1:58 PM April 28, 2015
We went to the end
Of the world once
Or so it seemed
Sitting on the
Edge of things,
Trying to draw
Tesla’s secrets
From the atmosphere,
Feeling the fear
That the knowledge
Might bring,
After a time
Of deep vibrant passion
And kisses
We ended up
On the worldly road
Where we promised
Each other
We never would be,
The time we went
To the end of the world,
Sat on the edge
And dangled our feet
Over things.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:09 PM April 25, 2015
In the quiet
I listened to the boat,
It never spoke out loud,
Just yawned and stretched
In the way of the sea,
And of course the teak
And the brass and the canvass
Whispered in the language
You only hear inside
Your head, your being,
No, no, I never tried
To wash or wish away
The previous owners,
The spirit of the Wrohans
Would ride the waves with us,
And in this mystic conversation
With the Seabird,
I knew we would be friends.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:24 PM April 24, 2015
Thunder and lightning
Over the water,
Heavy black clouds
Pressing the waves,
In those few minutes
All hell broke loose,
Like life in general,
One never knows
When a storm
Will strike,
Be happy,
Romp naked
With your lover
In the sun
While you can.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:55 PM April 23, 2015
Word is it was
Finished on a six,
Its hull number
Is nine,
Its name is
A three,
Reducing
Six, nine and three
Is nine,
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
11.14 PM April 21, 2015
In dim light
From the crescent moon
And a ring of
Artificial stars,
The breeze blowing
The flags a bit,
Bill singing
In the Blue Moon
Drunk as hell,
In dim light
I moved our gear
From the Lir
To Bald Pate Too.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From The Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:17 PM April 20, 2015
The sailor who never
Went to sea,
The man whose fortune
Was his destiny,
No gold, no baubles,
No touchy things,
Just a ride through life,
On the edge
Of the rings.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:10 AM April 20, 2015
In that morning
From yesterday,
The day that was
Going nowhere
Until you called
To have lunch on
The Seabird 37,
Funny how sometimes
A woman, a sailboat,
A lunch, take humdrum
To the heights of spectacular.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:42 PM April 18, 2015
Before heading
To Arizona,
Blues man Ray
Restrung and tuned
The Seagull,
In early starlight
The Seagull
Was taken to
The Seabird,
Because every boat
Should have a bird,
Especially when it’s
A Seagull.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From The Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:22 PM April 17, 2015
