Laura Spong

Laura Spong

Blessed be
they who with
eyes on the horizon
set out past sight of landfall
The sea she is a cranky mistress
her compass free spinning
when passing ruins
of ship`wreck

And Woe
to any sailor
who turns when seeing
a mermaid upon her rock
singing through glistening lips
songs to melt Ahab’s heart
None ever returns from
Davy’s Locker
to tell it

“And I never started to plow in my life
That some one did not stop in the road
And take me away to a dance or picnic” ~ Edgar Lee Masters


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Beatitude

  1. Maureen says:

    ‘No man, having put his hand to the plough, and turning back, is fit for the Kingdom of God’. Keep looking ahead, and writing your great poetry

    Liked by 1 person

  2. no need to turn if one equips the cockpit with a rear view mirror


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