The Ninth Wave Poem by Shaun Cronick
The Ninth Wave
An element of danger,
That's not for the meek.
Living for the moment,
Is all I seek....
I surfed the waves when I was young,
White-crested demons I rode among.
Still catching their angry roar to this day,
Feeling their power and sharp sea-salt spray.
Sometimes you can ride one all the way in,
Sometimes you wipeout sometimes you win.
But the mystical Ninth Wave is the one I crave,
It'll sense hesitation and drag you to your grave.
Wave upon wave each mightier than the last,
Till last a ninth one and it's power unsurpassed.
So sharpen your wits if you ride upon one,
And bang your drum loudly for your life's begun.
Reading this piece really gave me a sense of the excitement of wanting to catch that elusive, special wave. Such an expressively written piece that allows the reader to enter another world and see it through the writers eyes..I enjoyed this very much indeed. Lodigiana x
Thank you Lodigiana for your most kind and gracious comment. As you know I like to write about nature and all it can bestow for everyone. Take care Lodigiana and simply enjoy nature and life. Shaun x.
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8/2/2025 2:27:51 PM # 1.0.0
One needs to know when to twist, turn, and flip, And steer clear of tides that are rip. Great poem, Shaun. You can almost feel the adrenaline! : -)
Thank you so much Practicing Poetess for your most kind and always warmly welcomed comment. I'm glad a great poetess as your good self enjoyed it. Take care and the loved around you.