7th Assignment – Blogging 201 – Writing Poetry Prose Poem, Fingers, Assonance
Can you feel it? Energy, surging through my fingers? Warmth pulsating from their tips? Tentatively I lift the foot, fit my fingers to its’ shape. Gently slip, past the Achilles tendon beyond the cuneiform bones down to the tips of the toes. Wherever my fingers slid, a distinct imprint of heat follows.
Cradle the foot. Let my fingers firmly press and twist the reflex points of the spine from the heel to the joint at the root of the big toe. Impress the Pineal, the Hypothalamus and the Pituitary. Release the feel good chemicals that give you an inner smile. Manipulate the brain, sinuses’, ears and eyes. Pop the crystals built up in the shoulders and breast. Flush the lymph, lungs and the liver. Eliminate toxins with a slight circular motion. Purge the sludge sitting dormant in the stomach, kidneys, and intestines, all points of collection. Dig deep into the hip, tail bone, the cervix and sciatic nerve. Reduce the effects of gravity from the constraint of shoes tied tightly leaving no room for fluid movement.
Finish and invigorate the whole foot with a touch of intense pleasure. Squish and squeeze the skin, muscles and bone to move the languishing blood up. Up and out of the dark blue veins into the hearts cleaning pump, pump-pump, pump. Dirty blood returns to the red arteries fresh and nourished.
Can you feel it? The pulse of life flowing freely from heel to toe? Walk on feet made of soft pillowy clouds and avoid caffeine.
Cheryle Feb 24, 2015
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