Poem -

The Surfer

The Surfer

The surfer waits
For the right wave
Patiently poised
But inside like an addictΒ 
He cravesΒ 
For the right mix of chemicals
To bring life to the screen
However under the surface
Glide hidden monstersΒ 
Unseen

Watch him effortlessly surfΒ 
The crest of the huge wave
Twisting and turning
Free as a bird
No longer a slave
However...Β 
The same wave that brings freedomΒ 
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 coralΒ 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Syd,

On the beaches of Hawaii
Form the World's highest waves
Only the best dare challenge them
Men who are very, very brave

.
For one wrong move can spell disaster
When atop these monstrous heights
Most will be successful
But some will have doomed plights

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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Syd

Hi Larry, expert words as always. Thank you.

Peace and love also - Syd xoΒ 

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Syd

Thank you so much Lisa, I appreciate you reading and leaving positive feedback. I'll head over to your page now for a read. It seems like a while since I've seen you on Cosmo.Β 

- SydΒ 

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