On Selling The Lir

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

End Of The World

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

 

Speaking With The Seabird

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