Category Archives: Poetry

The Edge of the Earth

Florida (552 of 555)

Gentle waves lap at the beach
Then retreat out to sea slowly
Eager diners, plovers and sandpipers
Scurry about for a quick bite

All at once, it seems, the sun disappears
Drawing a straight dark line on the horizon
Separating midnight blue water
From an ever-darkening liquid copper sky

No wonder our planet was once flat
Or so our forefathers thought
Because way out there lies that boundary
Between what we see and what we must believe
The verge of consciousness, present and future
Between today and tomorrow, now and infinity

Stretched out further than our eyes can see
The last discernible word on the page
Where sailboats must surely end their voyage
Bow rising on the final whitecap, the instant
Before floating downward into the unknown
Having reached the edge of the earth…

Strung Up


Inseparable hopeful desperadoes
Because together we make music
Always glad for one more song
Never tired just to play along
Exhausting the same worn-out lick
Zigzagged in reverberating echoes

Accomplice, you urge me on
Romanticizing the thrill of the stage
Trusted companion through major chords and minor keys
Carried along too many hopeless ballads and country ditties
Occasionally transcending the notes and the melodies
Revealing more than what’s on the page
Exposing the musician’s obsession