weirdelf

Jan 25, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Surfing Reminisce

Five board-shorted boys bound
into the sunrise,
hit the water running,
paddle into the numinous,
awed enough to be screeching
"Here Comes The Sun".

The ghosts of God and Lennon
probably cringed,
and smiled.

— weirdelf, Jan 25, 2010

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Another weirdelf poem. Love

Another weirdelf poem. Love 'em. What else can I say? ~A do you need the comma after cringed? "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

ta Anna, don't need the comma grammatically,

just wanted to add a beat of pause and ... would have been too long. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Just finished saying to

Just finished saying to someone else i would rather ride the waves lol and I find this .... I can see the five but the sexs are different for me ... five girls strolling to the surf and riding out behind the breakers , awake with the sun ... brilliant as usual Jess love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

ta Jayne, the experience is beyong gender

I feel for surfers who live on the west coast of any country, paddling out at sunrise is dark and scary for them, the water black. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

Can't even swim

Hello Jess Surfing, I imagine, must be like riding the wind with the waves. The wind spraying the sea like a pleasant cold shower. Thanks again Jess for all your encouragment. I'm getting some good comments on my poems beyond my wildest dreams, which are actually getting better. Rosina xena465

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

way to go! Glad to here it.

Riding a wind that can easily crush you, yes, it is gloriously beautiful but always dangerous. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Figured that’s why the

Figured that's why the comma was *paused*. Jess, a friend of mine was a pretty famous race car driver. With it came the eventual casualties and near misses with death. I know mountain climbers, etc. One thing that connects them all, is a sense of the sacred. When one willingly courts death, life mysteriously happens. Love, Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

I may have told you before, I first died when I was 12,

I may have told you before, I first died when I was 12, surfing a 15' surf, it didn't take very long for my life to flash before my eyes 8) That inspired my first poem "The Wave" http://www.neopoet.com/node/702 Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

Geezer

16 years 4 months ago

I believe...

they are smiling yet. They still play the Beachboys and Jan and Dean, on the way to the beach in their woodie. ~ Gee

Ink Dragon

16 years 4 months ago

Hi Jess,

loved the final lines. Had some trouble getting through the first stanza, but that may be just me, either because surfing is sooo not my thing, or because the flu is still wreaking havoc with my concentration. Yours, ~Nina

whitetea

16 years 4 months ago

I get the feel that this is

I get the feel that this is coming from a few different directions. I especially loved -the ghosts of god and lennon. I love this! I am reading Anne Sexton's the awful rowing towards god, where she finds pieces of what she thinks god is sometimes in good things, sometimes in terrible places, if I understand it right she is not a christian so it is very interesting to me.

weirdelf

16 years 4 months ago

nice insight whit

nostalgia, wry view of youth, beauty, experience of the numinous, Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible