Beautiful beach, golden sandy beach,
grains so pure, cleansed by crystal sea.
Fishermen fishing, far out on their boats,
casting their nets and watching their floats.
Seagulls are feeding or roaming the sand,
a terrier digs deeper on a tourist’s demand.
A strong westerly tells me surf should be rotten,
yellow flags not in view, all my fear is forgotten.
The forty-two mile crossing, where I body surfed,
rolling waves fiercely continued to dig up the turf.
Finally a perfect wave, I swim with speed in mind,
I catch the crest, my body surfing, not as well timed.
The laws of physics, on the water, just do not apply,
in two seconds, I became propelled, far into the sky.
But what goes up eventually must again come down,
along the ocean floor I tumbled round and around.
Undertow dragged my body backward and forth,
then eventually, I surfaced, well out past the surf.
Much later and exhausted, back again on dry land,
I lick my many wounds and reconsider my plan.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.