Gossamer skies stray.
Nimbus clouds turned gray.
Soft gentle rain.
therapy relieves pain.
Aromatherapy oil
soothes stress and turmoil.
Smooth hand rotates.
Muscle agony abates.
Warm smooth stones
placed on shoulder bones.
Like pink peaches before a frost,
skin made smooth and soft.
Smooth as a baby's butt
softer than a long-haired mutt
Smooth music notes,
a tranquil mind floats.
Calms a temporal lobe
in a silky bathrobe.
Minutes later,
felt greater.
Massage therapy's smooth stroke.
Lessens pain, that's no joke.
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Babs Iverson
Barbara J Iversen, also known as Babs Iverson, lives in Texas and loves her grandkids to the moon and back. After writing one story, she found that writing has many benefits especially during a pandemic and a Texas-size Arctic Blast.
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Comments (27)
Nicely penned thank you for the poetic trip to the spa,
Excellent words, another I missed
Such a qool spa oil therapy day 😊❤️just today was thinking how much really it helps for all and the senses beautiful poem ☺️love how you compose words 💞💓💞💞
“Warm smooth stones placed on shoulder bones” I need this treatment! Great poem Babs!
That sounds so good right about now. Great entry.
Great! Very smooth!! Loved the rhyming Babs!😊💕💖
Wow, this is so wonderful. Your words totally had me feel. Thank you for sharing.
Very mediatative, loved the flow and rhyming of this one. 🤍
Ah!!! Beautiful and calming!!!
Sign me up!!! 😍😍😍😍😍
Wow that was a calm relaxing read
Ah, Babs, I felt this deeply--literally! And it felt so good.
Well, this sounds a lot more fun than the chiropractor! Great entry, Babs!
Fabulous work! Superbly-written; simply Top-notch! BRAVO my friend!!
Although I personally hate massages, the way you narrated this was still very relaxing and enticing! I might consider trying one out again since it's been over 10 years and it might actually help!
Limber already.
Oooooh, I FELT that! Expertly crafted and executed Babs. A stunner of a poem!
Smooth flow, love it
Oh wow this was so vivid as if I was really there! It was so relaxing! I enjoyed this poem so much!
I would love a spa day anytime. It is a luxury of life for sure.
You make it sound like something I should do. Lovely poem.
Ooh, very soothing.
Absolutely beautiful poem!!
I will have to agree, yes I did pamper myself once and loved it.
This poem felt like a warm bath. And for someone who has been without a soak, left with only a shower as respite, i am grateful. 😃 great job, Babs, as always! 💞