The Poetry Sisters challenged the Poetry Friday peeps to write a terzanelle. I wasn’t going to do it. Such a difficult form with all its rules and rhymes. Mary Lee and Heidi inspired me to give it a go.
Yesterday I practiced some self-care and treated myself to a massage. It led to a quite silly poem. If you’re interested in the form, hop onto Poetry Friday gathering by Jone today and read them all.
Self Care
After the massage, I felt like Jello
covered in a sauce of pleasure,
A Swedish massage of all my Jello.Under a warm blanket wholly demure,
I gave into relaxation and slept
covered in a sauce of pleasure.Massage for healing is not a new concept.
In ignorance of muscles and pressure points,
I gave into relaxation and slept.I’ve heard at this age, I could lose my joints
challenging my daily resolve to survive.
In ignorance of muscles and pressure points,I left rejuvenated and alive.
I took myself out into the world
challenging my daily resolve to survive—Tender, vulnerable, sensitive, yet bold—
After the massage, feeling like Jello,
I took myself out into the world.
After the massage, I’m mellow as Jello.Margaret Simon, draft
