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.
lillian the home poet 
Drifting into thought myself as I read your beautiful poetry.
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Ah…thank you so much for your kind words. Truly appreciated! Drifting….sometimes that’s a good thing 🙂
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Hi Liilian,
You hit every delightful nuance when one is afloat and dreaming upon ocean lullabies…
am:)
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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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Many a wayward muse finds purchase upon ocean sand 🙂
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