My first visit to Quartz Bay
Was quiet, mysterious,
Gorgeous, inviting,
Mesmerizing,
Like the rare woman
You meet who rides
Every breath you breathe
Until,
Your heart, your mind,
Your soul, your very being
Are in her grasp.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
5:21 PM February 27, 2016
The debate in Texas
Was like two scared
Chihuahuas
Yapping at the
Big Dawg,
With two lazy
Labs looking
Over now and then.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
9:35 PM February 25, 2016
The unbuttoning
The unzipping
The unsnapping,
Beyond the understanding
Of the uninitiated.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:00 PM February 17, 2016
I’ve heard chirps
Felt waves,
Experienced
The bending of time
The stalling of time
The racing of time,
Been caught up
In black holes
That in truth
Were more light
With hues of rainbows,
Always preceded by signs
That I’m sure Einstein
Knew well,
Smiles, dancing eyes
And intoxicating perfume.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:45 PM February 12, 2016
A blue house,
A blue car,
Blue curtains,
Blue carpets,
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
That seldom smile,
Seemingly always
Blue.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:36 PM February 11, 2016
Of course there are clues
The old man said,
Plato’s Cave, Animal Farm,
1984, and others,
But most are too tied up
In their toys and trinkets
To consider what they
Call myths and fiction
From troubled minds
Of other eras,
We perpetuate the illusions,
Blind and deaf to those
Who would dispel them,
Snuggled in closed minds
There is a mystifying
Security in ignorance.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:29 AM February 8, 2016
The Leafs and the Canucks
Lost again,
Perhaps hidden in their
Losing seasons
Is some comfort
For those who don’t
Like changes,
On The Island it
Rained again,
The losing dreariness
Broken by a woman
With mystic eyes,
Sparkling like clear blue
Caribbean skies
And for a moment,
It was as if
Trains were alive
Again.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:29 PM February 7, 2016
