Tuesday, 20 December 2011


midwinter surfer

he ran across the grass
his colours white and green
sun bleached hair straggling
on the wetsuit in the rain

he climbed across the rocks
slipping on the weed
splashing through the surf
midwinter on the beach

this lonesome surfer floated
while waiting for the wave
it had to be a good one
he'd surf it bold and brave





10 comments:

Mitch Block said...

Another perfect picture. I'm freezing!

the cuby poet said...

Mitch Block: So was I watching him and I was well wrapped up in coat scarf etc

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

Just managing to get back online and catching up with my comments (thankyou:-) and your poems. A chilly vision indeed this one, and I liked the sound of your book group too. Happy Christmas and a wishful of words for your new year.

CherryPie said...

Made me feel chilly too...

How do they do it?

the cuby poet said...

Lady M.:Does this mean you are back in NZ? Have a good Christmas with your daughter and I am sure it will be a lovely one together. I am so glad that you read my poetry as this is something new to me as I started my blog with my poetry writing and I am enjoying it all. Glad to have met you. X

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: I imagine they do it because they are young and keen!

Doris said...

He obviously doesn't feel the cold. I want him to come another day, because this delightful poem needs another chapter.

the cuby poet said...

Doris: So glad you like the poem. I am amazed at how there is always a surfer in the sea at any time of year no matter what the temp is.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very vivid! Sounds very cold!

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet; It was!This is why surfers always impress me at this time of the year.