What is Born of Pastel Dawn

Cacophonous wind carries seagull drawls,
the bell buoy's alarm and bleating boats.
Sweet breaths take in morning laughter,
fingers skimming the chiming waters;

the harmony of the sea
tickling the Surfer's soul,
saline breeze against His back,
breaking waves beneath His toes.

Crying plaudit, the art of elation,
wax and salt, and squinting eyes,
greet the sun of auriferous creation.

Glitters what is born of Pastel Dawn.

A sky of free-thought and clarity,
testing the nerves, tempting Humanity-

recall no concept of finality,
spill like a wingless cherub
smiling inside the curling blue.

Surfer, encompass the ride eternally-
the ocean pulses through Your veins.

Poetry by Soup in the Sand
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Written on 2009-06-21 at 01:03

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
' to the sea I run , to feil the wind in my hare , taist the salty sea on my tonge , to the sea I must goo''.

Ken D Williams

Peter J. Kautsky
Captivating poetry about someone becoming a part of an entity.

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melanie sue
Awesome writing and most definately bookmarked. Well, yes, I am a little biased toward your poem. I was born a water baby and love the ocean. I use to have a soft surfboard but it wasn't right for me and I never could quite get up on it.....besides, the surfers I knew were mean and greedy .......I got plenty of scowling frowns from them......so I gave it up and settled for slolem skiing at the lake instead, lol.

Reading this a second time, gave me the strangest sensation, starting in my gut and rising slowly through my heart and lungs, a purest of pleasurable feeling, I have not experienced for a very long time. Thank you so much for producing this great poem on just what it feels like to be a surfer, my hubby was one and I have known many who get the bug for life. Every word, on every line, paints the picture perfectly.

Smiling at you

Tai, not a surfer, but always a surf widow

EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
I got lost in that wave, woke up and just didn't get it