There's a goal I can't achieve
It's become a true pet peeve
I find I don't have the talents
For asanas that take balance.
My Tree pose starts out standing tall
Then I start to sway and fall
My Tree must be in a storm
Oh what bad, sad yoga form!
When my Eagle tries to soar
I only end up on the floor
I really do give it my best
This Eagle should stay in the nest!
I know Dancer should be graceful
But I wind up with a face full
Of my dirty yoga mat
When my Dancer's pose goes splat!
Some day this goal I hope to meet
Get through a practice on my feet
10 comments:
wow, what a creative entry, you made a dancing craft here, well done.
A++
Sounds like me! Very fun and good rhyming.
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/02/07/through-this-dying-jingles-poetry-potluck/
ah yes
I know this feeling of imbalance
...but someday we will all
not wobble nor fall!
great write lolamouse! thank you for sharing.. here's my potluck..
http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/broken-home/
ahaha! I enjoyed imagining you in off poses :)
Oh gorgeous you! I admire form writing a great deal...I can't do it to save my life...you should see the Villanelle I'm currently 'crafting' - with a meat cleaver!
Great piece, you make it look easy...wonderful spirit.
The poem evokes the image of a determined soul...I hope you reach your goal.
LOL. I love this!! I dabble in yoga here and there... at home... because my balance is horrible! :)
My Potluck Poem: Mood Rings of the Future
I wish I knew enough about yoga to understand all the things between the lines of this poem! I definitely feel 'out of the loop' but it's got me very curious! ;-)
I'm here from the Monday Potluck. Here is my offering: http://shawnbird.com/2011/02/07/reclining-angels/
Bravo! Well done ... and with humor.
Were you spying on me???? LOL! Nice to know someone else struggles. Thank you!
My Potluck poem is here:
http://musingbymoonlight.com/2011/02/06/love-grown-wild-2/
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