Spiralling

By london_calling79

Thu, 21 May 2015
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Spun opal, wild arm of ocean

tilts inward, imploding

slap of salt on skin.

 

Curved dagger of wave impales

self-same surface.

Rough-edged ripples

 

wrinkle from the epicentre.

I sweep a vertigo sky in

dead man’s float;

 

skim the film.

A comfort

of salt weight cushions

 

my hazy shape as I’m clouded

along dizzily

unaware of peak or trough.

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Comments

Submitted by socialeaf on

Evocative poem. Love the waves! Nice one! 

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

I loved the feel of being carried along by this. 

Bee

Submitted by MyPunkGang on

Nice surfing poem. I really felt that wave smash into you (I used to bodyboard - didn't have the legs to stand).

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Submitted by london_calling79 on

Thanks for the reads all! I've never been surfing; can't even swim but something about the ocean is so calming.