Give me an ocean to swallow
And I will follow that wave
Riding high in the wind and rain
Balanced on illusion
Racing through a tunnel of roaring water,
Shiny as a sapphire, slippery as melting ice
Fast- changing as wind swept clouds
A journey of no return
Daring to touch the inner circle, with finger outstretched
Feeling the cold moment while catching seconds,
I stand alone in a living blue cave,
Bursting with possibility
Behind a crashing cacophony of foam explodes
My time is up!
Breath held in one desperate gasp
Suddenly thrust beneath a fierce turbulence
Held down by invisible mighty hands
My soul is flung in depths below
Till oblivious of the world above
I lie on bed of sea sand rested
The silence is,
Wow! Stunning imagery, great photo. Do you surf? It's the first time I've seen the word cacophony in a poem other than my own!
Yes I do surf and my sister Karen Wilson is a professional surf phtographer.. She took the shot in a surf competition in Huwaii.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Magnificent, Sheryl. You capture perfectly what it is to be on a board.
Thank you, surfing is the best!