A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms
I stretch my arms upward then fold forward into downward dog, hips skyward.
I stretch my arms upward then fold forward into downward dog, hips skyward.
Belly to the floor, my torso lifts to face the wall, heart open.
Belly to the floor, my torso lifts to face the wall, heart open.
Lifts into downward to upward the forward the skyward my stretch then floor.
Face to belly, hips my heart fold torso arms open I dog wall.
The melodious Indian chants sink into my brain and body, seeking their places.
The melodious Indian chants sink into my brain and body, seeking their places.
Their rhythm moves deep into my chest, vibrations moving outward into arms and legs.
Their rhythm moves deep into my chest, vibrations moving outward into arms and legs.
Into my seeking places the brain, chest and body sink deep vibrations moving into my rhythm,
their melodious moves arms into Indian legs and outward their chants.
My yoga session over, I sit in meditative silence, legs folded into half-lotus position.
My yoga session over, I sit in meditative silence, legs folded into half-lotus position.
In even measured counts I breathe in and breathe out, aware and not aware.
In even measured counts I breathe in and breathe out, aware and not aware.
Measured meditative sit, breathe in silence aware, aware. Folded in yoga even not.
Half-lotus counts and breathe, my legs in session position, I and I, out into over.
In the downward places to upward chants and skyward arms I stretch
into deep position, breathe into my belly and brain, their body moving outward,
seeking into aware. My forward heart, my arms not into half-lotus sink in fold.
My face over folded legs and torso moves into open legs; sit in rhythm.
My chest lifts out, Indian hips, dog counts floor to the wall, melodious even session—I, aware.
And, I, their measured meditative vibrations, I breathe yoga, then the silence.
Karen B. Call has been a member of a snail mail round robin for more than 15 years, enjoying the comments and critiques of her fellow members. She likes to write about slices of her life.