Poetry

WEDNESDAY WORKOUT ~ 3.28.2012

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Mar 282012
 

Each Wednesday, I post the workout I did that morning. Poets and writers have to keep their bodies as fit as their minds and imaginations! If you’re interested, give it a go. If I can do it, ANYBODY can!

Repeat the following set three times for a total of 825 reps

  1. WEIGHTED SIDE-TO-SIDE DEEP LUNGE
    50 reps
  2. STAR CRUNCH
    50 reps
  3. PUSH UP
    25 reps
  4. DIAGONAL KNEE RAISES
    50 reps
  5. KNEE HIGHS
    50 reps
  6. PLANKED PENDULUM
    50 reps

I have pretty advanced arthritis in my feet and hands. Three years ago I had my left foot surgically cleaned up, removing bone spurs, cysts, and damaged bone. Two years ago my right wrist and hand required two minor surgical procedures; and last year both wrists/thumbs were surgically rebuilt. In an effort to postpone surgical fusion of bones in my left foot,  and on my Podiatrist/Orthopedic Surgeon’s suggestion, I’ve started wearing MBT shoes when working out or at home. They’re making a nice difference, taking off pressure where joints are completely eroded and bones are in direct contact. Check ‘em out!  

 

I use BodyRock.tv and YogaGlo as training resources, both online…

Shine

 Poetry  13 Responses »
Mar 232012
 
I read the following Elisabeth Kubler-Ross quote at Poets United after writing this poem, and was pleased with our synchronous perspectives. Love when that happens!
“People are like stained-glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
~ ♥ ~

Illuming every angle
accenting every cleft
Light from within
comforts the bereft
reminds of true divinity
residing in us all
connects each living creature
from life-spark to the fall
and beyond
Light washes away dark
Always
Shine

* I’m looking forward to working on an accompanying piece of art for this poem when I return to Tucson and my studio.

Love-Worn and Real

 Poetry  14 Responses »
Mar 222012
 

Like a cottage that welcomed generations to the beach,
a real woman, aging, grows in beauty and in grace.
~ KLN

Ah, yes!
I AM aging.
My face is lined
Patina shades my skin
Like cedar, my hair is fading gray
My eyes sport a cloud
My hinges creak and squeak
Bright count’nance sags
My seams, they are a-fray
I am love-worn, lucky,
Like the Velveteen Rabbit
What glory to be aging this way!

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand… once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real

She Beckons

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Mar 212012
 

Join me in the garden
She says to passersby
But most are in a hurry
Flurry
Hear not her plea
Her cry

Join me in the garden
She beckons mums with tots
But most choose schedule sticking
Picking
Predictable
Predetermined lots

Join me in the garden
She cajoles as lovers stroll
But most are otherwise engaged
Presaged
Of night’s
Romp and roll

Join me in the garden
It’s such a simple request
Yet she stands there alone
Warm heart within stone
Awaiting
The loving suppressed

Have you ever felt this way?

*In response to today’s challenge at Imaginary Gardens...

Losing It

 Poetry  10 Responses »
Mar 192012
 

Grief stole
Her lily-white soul
Sweet as maple-syrup,
Sugar cane.

Doubt crept in
Led to carnal sin
Cloying, daring, needy
Broke, not sane.

Lost faith destroyed
Strength before employed.
Later she’s aware,
The switch, the flip.

Double-helix facts aside
She was certain God had died
Yes, abandoned her,
How could she now survive?

So she didn’t.

*inspired by Monday Melting, Week 9 ~ lily, doubt, flip, yes, helix, grief, later, cane, how, maple

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