The Crest of a Wave

On the crest of a wave,
Would he surf,
Would he fall?
On top of the world,
Or weighed down by it all?
He was up,
He was down,
He was playing the clown,
But behind the facade
Was a deep furrowed frown.
But he aimed to confuse
With his laughs and his jokes
He was surfing a wave,
But his feelings were choked.

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2 Responses to The Crest of a Wave

  1. I really liked this and the way it flowed.

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  2. Very topical Pooky following Mick Fannings encounter with a great white shark last week…..well put.


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