Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Yoga Theme



The 10 a.m. Yogini

Every morning
I become a mountain,
rising like the ash
of Pheonix from deep sleep,
I awaken myself from
ankles to knees.
There's a tree outside
my window, a Weeping Willow.
I use it as study,
push my hands toward
the sky, and sway like palm.


Written for a prompt at Poets United.

11 comments:

  1. From the mountain, a natural tree grows. I appreciate you showing the parts of this unfolding. Quite lovely.

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  2. Ah, to rise like a phoenix each morning, look skyward and sway like palm. Lovely!

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  3. Its lovely to to rise like a phoenix each morning!!❤️

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  4. Oh Stacy, this is so beautiful! SO nice to see you at Poets United. We missed you!

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  5. How beautifully this poem reads, just like waking relaxed to greet the rising sun.

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  6. Oh how I love the calming energy and freshness in the poem! Nice to see you here Stacy :)

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  7. This is such a lovely poem, a reflection that we can rise and become stronger.

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  8. This is lovely. I can visualize it...the pushing hands toward the sky and swaying like a palm! Bliss.

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  9. Oh, I can visualise you! You make it sound delightful, a beautiful way to greet the day.

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  10. How lovely it must be to rise like a phoenix.

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  11. That balancing tree pose is one I keep falling out of, but one I find most enjoyable to do.

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