The Surfer

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The Surfer

Like a surfer trying to catch his first wave

I float out on the ocean of love

On the board of my heart and little knowledge of how to surf

First series of waves came in

I never even got to stand and they were gone in an instant.

Next series of waves comes along

I fall yet again repeatedly never giving in

Never forgetting I would find my wave and ride on forever

After contemplating giving up and heading back for shore

The next series of waves arrives in huge swells

Intimidated by the wave in front of me I prepare for the ride

I stand and my legs are rubbery yet I persevere and manage to stand

The wave comes in ready to slam me under and drown me

I manage to roll with the natural motion of the wave becoming one with it

I soon am on the crest of the most beautiful wave I have ever seen

That’s when it happens I fall and am swept under

Nearly drowning I manage to swim to the surface

Now the shore is no where to be seen and the same series of wave is coming in fast

I stand again and gain my balance with more determination and experience now

The wave hits and I find myself in the middle of the wave that almost killed me

I manage to keep balance and pull through riding the wave

Now we are heading out toward the unknown just me, my board, and the waves of love

Forever riding with the one wave I managed to catch

Deeper into the sea of love with all of its calms and swells.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

bearian’s Poems (6)

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