Thanks to Cindy for trying this out with her post entitled Aging. I’ve been tossed around by enough of Chile’s big waves to see them as something more than falling off a surfboard. So often they are lessons in humility that carry into my work as an instructional coach.
Here’s my shot at a 1,2,3,4,1 elfchen poem:
surfing
crest-fallen foam
churning breathless thoughts
below surface-level conversations about
glassiness.
Wow! This form works well with your topic and careful word choice. My favorite phrase is “below surface-level conversations”. Thanks for the shout-out!
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