"The sea today was like an emerald.

Like malleable stone.

Like riding on a marble.

The marbles from my school days, green, deep and clear.

The surfers today were like family.

The sun shone like a warm winter present.

They rode.

Ski's, Malibu's, shortboards, sponge.

Standups, fish, goatboats and some,

even body surfed.

I witnessed no aggression, no anger, no spite.

Friendly happy people sharing waves, its like

A halcyon day"

(B Philp)



I didn't keep a wave count but it must have been in the thirties, forties at least.

Then it occurred to me. Riding the waves was central no doubt. The apex of the days

experience. But there was something more.

An enjoyment of the journey in its entirety. The sun on my shoulder, the

sound of the paddle as I made my way back out again. Splaff, splaff, splaff,

paddling up the face of an approaching wave as the ripples bounce off the bow like

corrugations... chudder, chudder chudder

Clumph....sploof as the board crests then drops down the other side.


Splaff, splaff, splaff, chudder,chudder, chudder.......clumph..sploof

Love it.

Then there were the waves.

oliver said...

Your sup poetry keeps me warm elbeau - nice one.

Thank you Oliver.

I value your opinion.

It really was like that today.

Really a special time.

"Splaff, splaff, splaff, chudder chudder...clumph.."

best tittle ever

" Had a nice paddle out at your old stompin ground yesterday Beau
W"

We will be back some time soon for a visit. See you in the surf.

"Splaff, splaff, splaff, chudder chudder...clumph.."

"best tittle ever"

Thanks Doctor. Did you mean a jot?

GalahOnTheBay said...

theDoctor said...

"Splaff, splaff, splaff, chudder chudder...clumph.."
best tittle ever

I thought elbeau was writing about the sounds my car makes in the morning, but the poetry was a pleasant and welcome surprise!

No Galah. Cars in the morning are more like" Nee nee nee chunka chunka chunka nee nee nee nee" receding. A sad debilitating sound.