I want to take you everywhere
and show you what I see
but you take me for granted
and just walk all over me.
When you find me charming
and you take me somewhere nice
you still go off and leave me
never seeming to think twice.
All I do is wait for you
pedestrian of me,
if you treat me like a walkway
then your walkway I will be.
Rebecca Sanchez © 2015
This photo was taken by me in Oakland, CA.
Seed By Seed
Pushing through the rocky soil
instinctively knowing which way to go
a single seed in an age-old plan
stirs inside and starts to grow.
Each containing a miracle
knowledge inside, ready to guide
seasons come and seasons go
sowing seeds both far and wide.
Once we’re born our journeys began
putting our roots down as we need
we grow profusely in our gardens-
all of this from a single seed.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2019
Image source: Google Image Search
This poem sure did go around with me but I finally finished it. Please excuse my cosmic use of seed and stuff. Lol! Written with my friends from Poets United for the prompt, Gardens.
My back is out so I can’t ride my bike right now. (Sad emoji here.) I realize I haven’t written in some time but I’ve been in touch with most of you on Facebook and such. Just dipping my toes back in the water. I enjoyed this prompt for the beginning of summer. Be around to read of course! Happy Summer! (I’m definitely a person who uses too many “!”)
We all hide behind masks
cowering from our vulnerabilities
steeped in our inabilities.
If someone catches a white lie
or a small truth
another mask is born.
When we want to look our best
with wrinkles and imperfections gone
hiding from the realities of it all
another kind of mask comes into play.
When we love someone deeply
effortlessly we slip the mask
so sweetly we part the sheets
together we discover the divine truth.
But the moment it’s revealed
we retreat back to what we know best
the mask firmly back in place.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
We wear many masks during our lifetimes. How many people can you say know the real you? We don’t mean to hide but life can be very trying to say the least. Love does not guarantee that you see beneath the mask.
hide and seek
in grandfather’s truck garden
eating our fill
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt truck.
truck: NORTH AMERICAN
market-garden produce, especially vegetables.
“a truck garden”
For The Birds
from the skies
Crust of bread
is offered thus-
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Sometimes you just shouldn’t feed the animals.
Rest your troubles by the water
when your whole world goes astray
just enjoy the trip down river
as your troubles wash away.
Dragonflies dance on the surface
as the fish bob up to feed
watch the ripples moving outward
and forget about your needs.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Trying to join in writing and sharing poetry again with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link day. Took some time off and trying to get back into it with a share from the past.
Me And Me
With everyone I disagreed
I never helped a friend in need
a man that had to have my way
I always had the final say.
Just me, and me, and me alone
with everyone, I’ve been disowned
and now the time has come to see
I really turned my back on me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
Published here for the first time in 2018. My artwork put through filters and animated.