Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Off Balance

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
Complete a balancing asana
Would be true yogic nirvana!
submitted for Poetry Potluck, Week 21


Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

wow, what a creative entry, you made a dancing craft here, well done.


Anonymous said...

Sounds like me! Very fun and good rhyming.


Kathe W. said...

ah yes
I know this feeling of imbalance
...but someday we will all
not wobble nor fall!

Anonymous said...

great write lolamouse! thank you for sharing.. here's my potluck..

Anonymous said...

ahaha! I enjoyed imagining you in off poses :)

kolembo said...

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.

Anonymous said...

The poem evokes the image of a determined soul...I hope you reach your goal.

Rachel Hoyt said...

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

Anonymous said...

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/

JamieDedes said...

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: