Voices

When he hit

The ground

He had a strange sense

Of birthday balloons

Being cut free,

Not knowing where

Going somewhere.

And a distant thought

That he was dying,

Not wanting to leave

So much to do

So much unsaid,

Then he heard

Voices.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:08 PM August 5, 2017

Where Do You Cry

Where do you cry

When the fly

On the wall

Is your TV set,

With the net

Nearly complete

Under the illusion

That your gadgets

Make you cool

And connected,

One step away

From the chip

And total intrusion

Into the blip

That is life,

Controlled

By hideous beings.

From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:41 AM August 1, 2017