Doing yoga in my living room

By Magnolia Fay

Mon, 28 Feb 2022
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Doing yoga in my living room

the teacher and I, oceans apart

(Literally, she is in Cambodia,

Showing miles of beach and castles of foam)

 

I struggle in my shaky planks

My body from before

far out of my reach

 

These heavy muscles

Are not the columns of my temple

They are the weather-beaten walls

Of a wooden shack that barely

feels like a home

 

Doing yoga in my living room

In this grey, dull morning light

Suddenly finding a kind of comfort

That even the blonde teacher in Cambodia

 

Has armpits

And a belly button

And leggings that wrinkle around the waist

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I think this will strike a chord with many Magnolia. Thanks for posting and a big welcome to ABCTales. Hope you post more soon smiley

 

Submitted by Magnolia Fay on

Part of me hopes what you say is true, the other part feels like it's not a nice feeling to resonate with, and I hope people can avoid it. laugh What a conundrum! Anyway, thank you, I hope to write more in this space too! heart

Magnolia Fay

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I could identify with your poem. In my younger days I was a yoga fanatic and could easily get into so many positions. Now I can't even get down on the floor, and getting up is almost impossible without help. Like insert said a poem many can understand.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Magnolia Fay on

I know what you mean. I feel like I used to be so much stronger and more flexible, and for as much as I tell myself to love and accept my body where it's at, sometimes it's not easy. It's a work in progress. heart

Magnolia Fay