The Waves (Little-Wave Rider) (poem) by Michael A. Guy on AuthorsDen

The Waves (Little-Wave Rider)
by Michael A. Guy → (All Poetry by Michael A. Guy)
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A few thoughts while surfing in Florida last Friday, August 29th - then I elaborated. I usually don't think much when surfing, (thankfully)! Now that I am imprisoned inland (safe from Hurricanes but also safe from the joys of the beach) I don't get to go much. I did good and had fun, but my back remembered how seldom I get to go the next morning... It was a perfect (for me), "Little-Wave Rider" day. Of course sometimes "The WAVES" aren't all that little and all that friendly: My condolences and prayers to any who have become victim to the rampages of this hurricane season; but it is a fact of life living on the Southeast coast. Please listen to your emergency officials and weather service and do what they say. Hurricanes are serious storms no matter what size they come in, they can take lives!

*The Waves* {7, 7, 9, 9} I’m just a splash in the ‘Sea of Time’ Like waves we roll up on these shores, Then breaking, recede in the undertow, Merging with the Spirit of the Sea again Individuality in the cosmic sea of Universality. Other waves come, endlessly rocking they unfold, Crashing, they disappear, but the ocean remains the same. Eternally playing this game, (this “Lila”) Playfully crashing – Spirit creating On the thin shore of effervescent life Foaming - Ebbing after the flow, Procession of Creation in the Cosmic Show. Yet, the Sea she remains the same; Old mother crone rocking her cradle, [Endlessly rocking…] We waves seem to wander forever [Under windblown skies, sun & rain] But one day the shore is reached That empty horizon is gained. We find ourselves at a ‘seeming ending’ Merging our beings, hoping a ‘new beginning’ Flowing – under-towing – outgoing… sliding into, [“Old Mother Sea”] Into Her Infinity Lost like great waves in the Cosmic Sea. *“Little Wave-Rider”* ride time, day to day Behind me a sea of confusion, before me new horizons; No wave carries same water -- Sun splashes rainbows as I cut the face, turning into foam-spewing crests-- Spirit makes us over, ‘waking every day. Can a diamond ever rust? Does the Ocean ever tire? Can a wave be a wave apart from the Sea? Is there ever any power that could separate you and me? *From: Some Thoughts While Surfing* (8/29/2008) c. 2008*, michael guy, all rights reserved* HEAR EXCERPTS from my CD: AUGUST OCEAN OVERTURE and read about it at my Google Blog Pages Catch the BIG-WAVE Rider (theJAZZ "Guy" on the piano) on CD: August Ocean Overture at my NextCat webpage where you can prevu 30" of every track

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 8, 2008

Thank you for sharing the experience, Michael. I appreciate it even though I've never surfed. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 6, 2008

Wave are so interesting, they only go up and down, but appear to move. The same waves that make music.

Ron

Reviewed by Charlie

Reviewed on September 5, 2008

Gentle, but powerful conclusion. There are waves--many waves--that make up all of you. Love it. --Charlie

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Glad you were able to get on out there!

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on September 4, 2008

Oh Michael, the utter pristine beauty that you draw out in the piece is just magnificent. The questions you ask, so simple, yet there are no answers and we are left in awe....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Michael,

You invoke the spirit of the sea and remind us of its beauty in these lines. Keep riding, my friend.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by David Hightower

Michael - You made me want to leave the mountains and visit the sea a while.Vivid. Liked the touches of Walt Whitmen, too. - David

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Sounds like you shared a little piece of heaven with the waves Michael. Thank you for sharing with us.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

They are talking heavy surf this weekend off of NJ, and I am going down and borrowing a board from Heritage Surf shop, I hope and going out for at least one great ride...I don't care if my back hurts to hell afterwards, its been a long time since we had any halfway decent surf in Jersey...carabunga & banzai, gonna surf, what the hell, may even die...but what a way to go...Ed

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

ai had so many new beginnings, am tired of even living for now. Wish my creator wanted me too as he did Tom. I guess i'll shake it off, but this poem brought back so many menories. A good write though. Love the ocean, but never surfed it.

Reviewed by Mary Lacey Desertrat

Very beautifully written. You feel your love of the sea in this poem.

Mary

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Michael, I believe Sage said it all, except, I will add this:
I believe that old mother crone is rocking down the shells and living the life in mermaid style to the sixties free love and peace man.
Love this poem/song, you are one cool dude.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Neptune's Ride! From the surf board to the keyboard, Michael...hang ten...kinda Beach Boyish Jan & Dean Beach Blanket Bingo Frankie Avalon Annette Funicello James Darrin Sandra Dee jazzed up! I'm cruisin' in the woody over to your Nextcat page...I'm glad you signed on with me over there...see you on broadjam.com too, someday...take care...

Love,
Sage