Etchings

Beneath the Pisces moon

He sailed the Virgo sea,

The Sea Bird heeled

And rode the waves

In a pattern

As intricate,

As delicate,

As the one

She etched

Upon his heart.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:28 PM August 30, 2015

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Touching

Sometimes it was as if

We were touching

Finger tips,

Maybe it was just

The magic

Alive

Inside the Seabird,

Maybe the memory

Of your lips

On the nape

Of my neck,

Whatever the reason,

In the quiet of the

Bald Pate Too,

It’s as if you

And I were

Touching

Finger

Tips.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

1:39 PM August 18, 2015

Clinging

It’s all over

But the dying he said,

Leaning over a broken rail

On what once was a boat,

Now a haphazardly patched

Wooden hull tied to the dock,

Bits of plywood, boards, plastic,

Tin and what have you in a shanti

Town collage of how in the hell

Does one live there,

You’ll probably survive the boat,

No, he looked straight through me,

When she goes I go she’s all I have left,

Isn’t that the same for many of us,

Are we not clinging to something

That in reality is of little value.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:49 PM August 17, 2015