The Surf Poem by rich soos
The Surf
Rating: ★5.0
yells at my drunkenness
beating in rhythm
at my ankles
attempting to bury
my weight
spraying my hair
wet in anger
and I laugh
because I'm in
command
from Reality Is A Drunken Feeling (1978)
Saturday, November 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: laugh,ocean,reality
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4/26/2024 6:08:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
O yes, the surf. I can feel it now. I remember it well. I also remember that feeling of control, and finding out that was an illusion. You brought back memories. This is an amazing poem.
Will be heading back to the beach in 2017 - will test out my illusionary control after almost 40 years =: -) Thanks for you kind comments!