Five Dollar Yoga
Her eyes rise as
a soft tide amid a forest
of dreams. Her ears hear
dishes clink on the other
side of Shavasana. She envisions
a couple clasping hands across
an expanse with four legs.
For the first time,
she can sense time tick as
the fan breathes. Her eyes
should be shut, but she’s pulled
to praise. To exhale an
offering—all she has,
kneeling before her only need.
Her hands rise from her side
to rest on a hopeful
vacancy. She’s waited
to be filled, and at present,
she is.
In response to the daily prompt: forest
Hey T,
I’m fixin’ to post, and in it I challenge you. Nice poem, by the way, lovely musical sounds. Stand by…
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😅 I’m both excited and nervous! Can’t wait to read your post!
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I swear TShaw, your poems are always a beautiful combination of musical words that float into one another
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Thank you! What an elegant compliment. ☺️💜
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Hi! I’ve nominated you for the three days three quotes challenge
https://lyrabeloved.wordpress.com/2018/05/10/three-days-three-quotes-challenge-day-one/
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I feel so calm reading this; like nothing can bother me. 🙂
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💜 what an awesome response. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Aww! It is a beauriful poem. It makes me want to start doing Yoga.
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Thank you so much. 💜 🙂 You should! I don’t do it often, but when I do, I always enjoy it.
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This is beautiful. The word choices are so specific & descriptive, I can picture it. Lovely Tshaw!
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Thank you 💜 I really appreciate your words, and I’m pleased my poem had that effect. 🙂
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