A Yogi I'm Not...but I'm trying

I decided to try a Yoga Class
Well! my sinews creaked
and my tendons shrieked
as I tried to raise and lower my toes...
they...well! they managed a sideways pose

Then I did a forward bend
my muscles struggled
to stretch nearly double;
my ribs said Tata to my hips
and my thighs nearly fainted at the sight of my......Lips

Squats were the worst
I managed to go down
yes, that's right, I managed to go down!
and when my thighs cried "don't you dare"
everyone turned to stare            

Next, Vrksasana - Oh! how elegant!
Me? Haha!  ono not me!
my foot would go nowhere near my knee
and the class fell about in hoots
when I was felled at the roots

I couldn't wait to try the Lotus - it looked so easy,
Suffice to say,
I was carried away
The Nurse who untangled me was lovely and I finally re-emerged
Ooo! sorry...I diverge

Well this is a welcome surprise
some relaxation time
a time to let all those muscles and sinews unwind
Well, I'm not put off, I'll be back next week
With lots of practice...I'm sure I'll be a yogi flier but maybe not next week

Yoga enlightenment, this is what I seek
Namaste

©Kris Prevel
   June 2015

Midsummer Birthday Boy

The room is full of family and party noise,
it's Clive's 70th birthday.
Somewhere, an aroma of some expectant
delectable delicious dish delights the senses
and all the while, there's an overwhelming
feeling of love permeating amongst the guests.
I sip my rich red wine and smile,
I can taste the sweetness of contentment
and raise a toast to the closure of lost years.
Happy Birthday Brother.

©Kris Prevel
   21 June 2015

Mottisfont

Under a sunny blue sky
Stands the Manor, a huge edifice
With a perfect lawn gently sloping away
It whiffs of the old polished rich, the socialites

Where the hooves of horses used to clatter
Teacups chink and public chatter
And trapped within warm stoned walls
Wafts perfume of age-old roses that still enthral

I walk through the door of the past
And feel the ghosts of yesteryear
The Master and the Servants
They're all still within, silently observant

©Kris Prevel
  June 2015

Dangerous Affair

They arrive at the Pub in separate cars
Two laptops and overnight bags
Just back from some conference

They're a pair of Suits
With very shallow roots
Away from the eyes of surveillance

They sit far too closely
They're not married, at least, not to each other
That much is plain

Rapt in their fervour of illicit actions
Whilst onlookers try not to stare
Or mentally apportion blame

One is tearfully looking for an answer
Whilst I suspect the other doesn't want a stir
It's his only selfish care

It's a fling, a liaison....an affair!
There'll be a backlash to this
Momentary snatched dare

Lust is not Love
Although, I kid you not
Some may call it mature

Lust is the killer emotion
Driving the madness moments
Planning for that non-existence future

The intensity addles the brain
There's no rationale
The only goal is to meet next week...Oo! the lust!

Look at all the deceitful excuses
The mental abuses
Nought can cure this breach of trust

Tomorrow will look back
Severely judging
That which couldn't be smudged

Hardship will follow loneliness
Loneliness will follow tears
Tears will follow contempt and grudge

These are the traits left behind by lust
It touches the unsuspecting
The thriller turned killer, black and bleak

He checks his watch
Soon they will separate, back to their lives of lies
Their quelled desire in knots, cheats!

So to the long passionate embrace goodbye
Two scandalous people
Alone, in this secret crowded space

They've crossed the invisible line
Now they're leaving
Hoping to slot into normal....but there's always a detectible trace!

©Kris Prevel
June 2015

Negative / Positive

Don't
You Can't
You Won't

The stranglehold of years, cease
They were lived and survived
The ropes that bind, release
Free at last to be alive
Life now goes on, in peace

Perhaps it's just cruel fate
The way life twists and turns
It may not be too late
To shatter past concerns
So to dictate a better future...contemplate

Do
You can
You will

©Kris Prevel
April 2015

clown

the clown cries inside

unseen tears trickle, wasted

hidden by the mask

The Crash

A crash! a bash!
A meeting of metal
We see it - a small orange beetle
Facing the central reservation - mangled
Another car behind, stationary at an angle

Of course, the police are out in force,
And screaming through the rush hour traffic
Are two ambulances, and a paramedic
What a blinking start to a day
I hope and pray they're all OK

An endless stream of drivers with grimacing faces
Worrying about lost time and missed appointments
They can only move forward, there's no going backward
Or trying to swop lanes; only inches will be gained
No! they'll just have to sit in discontentment

Oh what joy, this motoring
Now there's mile upon mile of queuing
And fast metal monsters are forced to crawl or stand
Like some colourful armoured caterpillar
But still they belch fumes into Wales' hinterland

We're travelling in the opposite direction
I don't think anyone died, but it's time for reflection
On how quickly life can go awry
In a crash! a bash!  A meeting of metal
Please be carful!

©Kris Prevel

eclipse

the moon has returned
it's betwixt the sun and earth
sol and lunar kiss

moments together
sealed with gold and diamonds
venus is jealous

©Kris Prevel

decisions

decisions exist
either side of a thin line
fragile balancing

Pwll Du

petals amid thorns
sea pounds rock into pebbles
live in a landscape