The repetition adds drama to this beautiful poem
Thanks to Christine at #StineWriting for the weekly Simply 6 Minutes challenge. Use the photo prompt to write anything that comes to mind, in six minutes. Submit as is, or quick edits allowed. Enjoy.
I lay supine
I feel, the tingle of growth, the scratch of life, upon my face.
I hear, the chatter of birds and the susurration of trees.
With open eyes I always see, the faces of friends supporting me.
Gorilla, orang-o, rock faces.
Cloud spirits and water nymphs fill nearby spaces.
To you it seems I am alone. Adrift, aloft on waters, prone.
I am alive. I am alert.
This life to me has depth, has girth.
Eons pass, my friends are quiet. My own visage thins off, erodes.
But I have learned and loved; been enveloped by all above.
Peace and quiet embolden the life that bustles…
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