At the end
Of two-thousand and fifteen
I never felt the earthquake,
Didn’t fall into the
Adult coloring book fad,
Didn’t forget the
Tangerines and lotus
That drove me mad,
Didn’t know how
Many more years
Were left to explore,
At the end
I knew I loved you,
Headed into
Sixteen as wide eyed
And crazy as when I was
Sixteen.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:52 AM December30, 2015
In that rushed lull
Between Christmas
And the New Year,
When those tolerated
Linger,
When those loved
Leave too soon,
In that rushed lull
Do you wonder
Where is the logic,
What is the point
Of all of the madness.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:30 AM December 28, 2015
With a French Press
And a manual grinder
Some great beans
To a cup of coffee
Fitting for an old
Sailboat,
Bringing back
To memory the time
You threw your arms
Around me,
Passion, excitement
Fitting for an old
Sailor
Soon to be.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:13 PM December 16, 2015
We don’t know
Where we’re going
Do we remember
Where we have been
Lost in the illusion
Life’s headlights
On full beam,
Why does love
And all its splendor
Eat us from within,
Does anyone hear
Us crying
Or the echo
As we spin.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
7:11 AM December 12, 2015
There’s many ways
To squeeze through
The eye of the needle,
From full sail
Through a sudden storm,
To a deep illness
That leaves you worn,
However you make
The journey,
It sometimes reveals
Why you were born.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:08 PM December 8, 2015
With the espresso flowing,
The sesame seeds
On the St. Viateur Bagels
Popping,
There is no stopping
The thoughts about
Why things that tingle
The lips and tantalize
The tongue
Remind me of you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:30 PM December 5, 2015
Well at least it’s better
Than snow,
You don’t have to
Shovel it,
Just wait t’ill
You’re up to your ass
In water
And the pump packs
It in,
You’ll wish like hell
That you could
Shovel it.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:06 AM December 3, 2015
