Charl JF Cilliers

Gold Star - 5,763 Points (25 January 1941 / Cape Town, South Africa)

The Surfers - Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

I sit on the beach
mending my nets
and watch the surfers
riding the waves,
leaning forward embracing
the sea
as seabirds dive
and drag life up out
of dark water.

The sun is low now
over the sea
and the surfers
mere silhouettes to me.

I wonder how I seem
to them as I sit here.

Do they make fun
of an old man whose nets
can no longer be kept
from overwhelming disrepair?

With their smiling anonymity
they wave to me – some of them –
as they come by.

But I am constantly looking
at a distant, youthful
the sun blinding
my eyes,

the figures
on the beach dark

as, wind at my back,
I come riding in,
again and again
come riding in…

Topic(s) of this poem: social comment

Form: Free Verse

Comments about The Surfers by Charl JF Cilliers

  • Alan Rawlinson (10/27/2015 3:30:00 AM)

    Paints a strong picture! (Report) Reply

    Charl Cilliers (10/28/2015 12:26:00 AM)

    Thank you, Alan!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2015

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