Poem -

Surfing

Surfing

Waves of thoughtΒ 
begging to be surfed
the pen is my board
Β 

Thoughts break like waves
and just like the surfer...
a missed wave is lost forever

Raise a glass
to the missed waves
that will be forever mourned

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Lorna

Hi Syd, I've never surfed, but I love the sea and this resides with me, thoughts into waves that we can lose, really works as a writing analogyΒ 
brilliantly done
Lorna

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Syd

Hi Lorna,

I 've never actually surfed either. I've only tried to metaphorically surf the ideas that come into my head inorder to write. I'm glad you enjoyed the anology and poem. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

Much appreciatedΒ  - Syd

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Nine Eleven

I've definitely missed those waves Syd, my mind is a flood of stagnant water collecting dead larva.

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Syd

My only suggestion is to use that to write. I appreciate you stopping by.

Take care GerardΒ  - Syd

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Marion

Perfect...those ideas or thoughts we have whilst driving or dropping off to sleep...not penned ...lost forever...the instant death of a creation before it gets born!!...my glass is raised...Great write x

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Syd

Thank you Jacques'. Much appreciated.

- Syd

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