Cool Waters

I lie perfectly still, face to sky
on a clear plastic air mattress
plumped with my breath.

Sea breeze ruffles tendrils,
flutter-touch my forehead
warmed by afternoon sun.

Softly bobbing near the shore
fingers trail in cool waters
while ocean croons its song.

I drift, eyes closed
through barriers of time
afloat in my mother’s womb.


This was a challenging prompt in my September 21 Day Challenge course: Use description but notice the difference between language that shows the reader a world, and language that tells a reader what you (or your speaker) think about it or feel about. 

5 thoughts on “Cool Waters

  1. BarbaraK aka fiddlbarb September 20, 2015 / 4:11 am

    Drifting into thought myself as I read your beautiful poetry.

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    • lillian September 20, 2015 / 10:52 am

      Ah…thank you so much for your kind words. Truly appreciated! Drifting….sometimes that’s a good thing 🙂

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    • lillian September 23, 2015 / 8:54 pm

      On our beach walk, saw this woman splayed out on a raft, hands dragging in water, smile on her face, close to shore and just floating with the waves….got back to deck and picked up journal…this place is quite the muse. 😊


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