The Wild Surf (Beached, part 1). A poem.

The wild surf, like his impetuous heart, pounds and beats the sandy shore, like a pugilist with vanity to spare. Here the relentless, crashing waves make their mark in odd time signatures, in fluid and passionate syncopation, a symphony of wind, water and sand. The spray in his face is explicative of this subtle, blithelyContinue reading “The Wild Surf (Beached, part 1). A poem.”