Turning Tide



Surf's almost up Sugar
Let's catch these last curls
Toes to nose

Schwack-pumping juicy waves
Tubed in tandem
Banging the backside of life

Carve-ripping the caves
Into acid-drop nose dives
No worries for the future

Let's cruise it 'til we lose it
Get hell-munched
Peeled and shredded, until...

Nothing matters but us
Going frothy
Two rag dolls pasted to the shore

~~Nara Malone

This was originally written for Sunday Scribblings and then later tweaked because the theme that day just didn't quite fit where I wanted this to go. Tonight I'm sharing with dVerse Poets Pub. Go here to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.