Ripping the CurlA Poem by Queen Extreme of the ImagInationGlancing at the crashing of the surf Digging my toes into the hard packed sand The gray sky meeting the raging sea Heart beating Adrenaline Just the sea The sea and me
Running hands along a waxen board Inhaling Waiting for the moment The waves beat the shore Now or Never Dipping one foot into the water
One foot then another Sand slipping away Waves dancing in their angry play Icy water sucking at my ankles Wait The water sways Keep moving
Waist deep No turning back now Salty sting of the spray Heart pounding Now is the time to get on the board Paddle further out Away from Safety Away from the shore Paddle Dig through unforgivin Now to wait for the next big wave
One after the other Small baby waves Rocking Sway The water swells It is time
Paddle to catch the curl The tube The wall Stand up Ride the wave Water closing down Will I be consumed? Or will I escape?
Ride the wave Water around you Walls of foam Is this your grave? The moments stand still
Escape Satisfacti Safety You survived the wave Now the question remains: Ride the whitewater Or paddle back out to surf some more? © 2009 Queen Extreme of the ImagInationFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on February 14, 2009 AuthorQueen Extreme of the ImagInationIMagiNATION, NCAboutI'm just a down to earth city girl living in a country boy's world. Although I must say my husband has done a wonderful job of breaking me of my city girl habits. *chuckles* My husband travels a lot b.. more..Writing
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