Practice, Christmas Eve Morning

A snapshot.

Practice, Christmas Eve Morning 

Two dozen yoga mats
crowd into double rows.
Class begins in ten minutes.

I think, whispers
the stranger beside me,
this is the only studio open.

And still we come.
The rows shift to three
as more students arrive.

Silently, we squeeze closer,
make room at the inn for forty.

Karen

The image and its simplicity create such powerful tone.  I love the silence and sadness.  You need to send this one out for all to enjoy.

Wow.

Happy New Year blessings

Todd

Karen, I like all the s sounds.  
Easy to picture.
make or making???
Yes, I agree with Todd.  Send it while Christmas is fresh.
Good poetry.

YEA, Karen.
I agree with Todd and Pat.
I also sense this quiet air of anticipation... delayed start.
Love the way late comers are greeted by physical movement.

Dewell

Karen,  This poem is a reminder that makes me proud to remember why we should read poetry aloud even when we are in a croud. We sometimes forget the poetic devices of alliteration and assonance and consonance that bring a poem to life.  Also, silent reading cheats you of the sounds that bring a poem to life. I love what you've done here.  I will give you credit for a well worded poem. However, it is not as impressive if not read aloud.  Very good.  Oh, the subject is good, too.  

Dennis

Happy New Year, dear Poets, and thank you for this vote of confidence.  I have been doing more of the "business" of writing than writing for its own sake.  I often wonder if I have the slightest idea what I'm doing.

My wishes for you all can be found in A Song for New Year's Eve by William Cullen Bryant.

Oh stay, oh stay ...