Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Failing to Breathe

Sunday Wordle -September 30, 2012 
Failing to Breathe  by Teri. H  Hoover


Filled with ambivalence, she slides into the room.
Incense curls quietly, uncornered. 
The sticky mat unrolls like a dazed bug.

Breathing out a sigh-
Longing for the flow of holy tenderness,
or water that ripples in the shape of light.

Fear flaps- wingless.
Losing
her breath in the counting.

Prayers fall mute
around her buried heart.
It will have wait until tomorrow.





  The words from Brenda's Sunday Whirl this week: dazed, incense, ambivalence, empties, holy, scurries,breathing, fear, flaps, prayers, water, tenderness

Notes: Some days the yoga mat is not my friend.



16 comments:

  1. Kind of makes me want to arrange my body in strange and flexible arrangements :)

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    1. Hey Judy- There were no strange or flexible arrangements that day.

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  2. Always, housework is not my friend... I haven't befriended yoga.
    I am fairly good at putting off today what I might get to tomorrow...

    I'm here:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/09/sunday-whirl-76-feeding-souls.html

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    1. Jules- I am always intending to do less, I guess this class let me do just that.

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  3. I always love to see where your imagination takes you with the words, Teri. I see the yoga room, the woman's tension, the inability to find release in the setting or the breath.

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    1. Thanks Barb- my imagination did not have far to go for this one-I just wrote about my day.

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  4. m totally awed by your imagination..!!

    ambivalence

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  5. I agree with the others, Teri. This is an imaginative write. You do place the person reading your work right in the scene. The last two stanzas are beautiful.

    Pamela

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    1. Thanks Pamela-I feel pretty connected to the last two stanzas.

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  6. There are always those times when prayers, thoughts, even breath fail to rise and dissipate. Slumped shoulders and hope for tomorrow may be a promise to oneself. Like this Terri, the feelings are strong, as well as familiar,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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    1. Thank you Elizabeth. Speaking of familiarity, I felt truly connected to what you wrote this week. I know now, at some point I will look at writing about a similar experience.

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  7. I so appreciate your words and feelings expressed here, Teri. There are those times when all one can do is just be with what is...even if that is not comfortable.

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  8. Yoga is not as much about flexibility as it is about finding the right state of mind ... and that is sometimes so hard to come by. I can totally identify with the woman in your poem, as I am mostly ambivalent about exercising. Great poem!

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    1. Adra- Thanks you for stopping by! I hope you return to see my comment- when you click onto your profile there is no link to your blog, therefore I cannot return the favor and stop by your place. :-) teri

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