Friday, April 7, 2017

Day 6 and 7 of Poetry Month

The muse wouldn't come yesterday. Today isn't much better.

Rituals

On my back on the mat in corpse pose
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Raise my arms over my head and point my toes
And s t r e t c h
Breathe in, breathe out
Bend my knees into my chest and rock
Back and forth
Back and forth
On my lower back
Breathe in, breathe out
In this place, I relax
In this place, I am me


© Catherine Woods 2017


Ode to April’s Rainy Days

Days and days of rain
Falling continuously
Being constantly
In view

Grey clouds blanket the sky from morning to morning

Hours and hours of showers
Behaving childishly
Growing exponentially
Over meadows

Blue peaks through to provide a moment of joy

Minutes and seconds of droplets
Enclosing gracefully
Fulfilling religiously
Springs’ renewal

April showers bring everything to life

© Catherine Woods 2017

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