The Body Rejoices

So, I'm working on form and meter over on the writers site Writing Our Way Home.  It's really an inspirational site with a bunch of lovely people who are welcoming, warm, and supportive. Right now we're working on Heroic Couplets. For example:

True EASE in WRIting COMES from ART, not CHANCE, 
As THOSE move EASiest WHO have LEARN'D to DANCE. 
'Tis NOT eNOUGH no HARSHness GIVES ofFENCE, 
the SOUND must SEEM an ECho TO the SENSE. 

~Alexander Pope 

I didn't think the last one I did was very good, which is why I haven't posted it here. I 'try' to share only my good stuff-you'd thank me, really. 

So, I thought maybe if I just write and then re-arrange the piece to 'make' a heroic couplet. I struggled with that until I broke out in a cold sweat and before I stamped off and threw myself in bed, I quit. Here is the original piece, which obviously I like since I'm sharing.

The Body Rejoices

The body rejoices

Then it rebels

Sunrise meditation, deep morning mountain air breaths

Crisp, cool and damp with night’s sleepy dew.

Tai-chi stretches confident before mindful trees

Warms and caresses stagnant muscles

Breaking dead branches fallen to the earth,

Pulling overgrown horseweed

The bulk of being whispers

“Thank you”

Raking years of layered hickory nuts, shells and leaves

Closer to the compost, closer to the fire pit

Whispers becomes murmurs, turn to screams

Head reels and stomach churns

The body rejoices

Then it rebels

Hot water steams down and soothes into lullaby’s

Senses heightened, oxygen pumps robust,

Words tumble, poetry flows

The mind rejoices

The body—content.