The surfer waits
For the right wave
Patiently poised
But inside like an addict
He craves
For the right mix of chemicals
To bring life to the screen
However under the surface
Glide hidden monsters
Unseen
Watch him effortlessly surf
The crest of the huge wave
Twisting and turning
Free as a bird
No longer a slave
However...
The same wave that brings freedom
Can also spell doom
For the tide is a prisoner of the moon
Surfing on a knife edge
Into the other realm he delves
Facing the hidden monsters
Should they be described in detail?
Or kept to oneself?
Is this spectacular ride too steep?
Too tall?
Will he wipe out?
And bleed out
Punctured by the plumes
Of razor sharp coral
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2018 14:23
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Your work is effortlessly brilliant. ~ E
Aww! Thank you ever so much! It's kind comments like yours that inspire me to write. I'll be sure to stop by your page sometime, I don't have a lot of free time, I'm a slave like most, but I'll make time.
Thanks again - Syd xo
You're ever so welcome. haha, well if you ever get chance I would love to hear your feedback on my work. ~ E
Coral and sharks right , that could be lurking monsters under waves. Wow you wrote the poem in a fascinating awesome way, the sport is thrilling but looks too scary to me. You phrase eloquently so kudos.
Pleez do write your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too , titled , O human heart"l, I like meeting poem pals to say hi.
Hi there, thank you for reading and for your positive comments. This poem is actually written about the process of what goes on in my mind when I'm writing a poem. Sometimes when I'm in the zone my demons come out. It could go either way. Of course I'll check out your poem.
- Syd
Beautiful piece, not sure if there was supposed to be a message or not but the one I take from it is everyone craves for freedom but if we’re not careful that freedom can also be our end. Either way, once again, spectacular job.
Hi Reyas, thank you for reading and leaving feed back. This poem is actually written about the process of what goes on in my mind when I'm writing a poem. Sometimes when I'm in the zone my demons come out. It could go either way. I could ride the surf or crash into the coral. Maybe I should add that to the poem bio but it's always interesting to see what other readers pick up from it.
Take care - Syd
Awesome dude!
Thank you Heartwriter. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem the poem and saved it as a favourite. I actually researched surfer terminology for this poem. Awesome was definitely in there.
Take care - Syd
I bet it was! Thanks.
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