Like an over-tuned fiddle,
the music is painful,
notes of neglect,
stanzas of heartache.
Hamstrings don’t lie,
we do.
The players, the athletes of life
don’t know when to stop
until the tight hamstring
meets its edge,
crying out.
More poems like this in my chapbook of poetry, Magical Yogis. Click the link to Magical Yogis at the top of my home page to make the purchase.
Crow On The Wire 
Awsome! Keep up the good work, their words to inspire us