From my muse to your eyes.
Speculate
I contemplate an empty slate when new ideas titillate
intruding thoughts a boilerplate just how should I communicate?
When sometimes I can’t concentrate I take some time to isolate
I meditate and cantillate and still I discombobulate.
The brain cells I manipulate can find an answer much too late
I hesitate to absquatulate I take my pride and ambulate.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
haiku #22816
I leap into spring
like a frog hungry for live prey
swallowing it whole
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Haiku Horizons and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
History’s Footprints
Footprints of new
footprints of old
history follows
stories are told.
Following clues
like fossils and bones
things people wrote
things people owned.
They’re put in museums
in library stacks
taught in our schools
some are brought back.
History’s footprints
they show us the way
the way things were done
the way people played.
Everything is copied
from something before
so follow those footsteps
you’ll want to know more.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and dVerse~Poets Pub.
Collecting
Coming into this world
someone inked my feet
placed them on a birth certificate
proof, of my identity.
When I was just a baby
I was put on my first pony
I cried when it was over
I had my first love affair.
Blank, like the paper in front of me
I was given a rainbow in a box
I crayoned my world with colors
no one could stop me.
Playing outside in the alley
I searched through the gravel
finding a glittering diamond
delighted, I pocketed it.
Starting school I learned to read
the Adventures Of Dick And Jane
outgrowing toys I picked up books
I started to write my own stories.
I fell in love with a wonderful man
we got married under an azure sky
after 20 long years we parted ways
the sorrow of that never left me.
I found a silver thimble when my father died
a professional wrestler, he embroidered
matadors, bulls and flowers on satin
it was too big for my finger.
One by one these memories I hoard
a collection of recollections of times reflected
a life spent experiencing every milestone
continuing until death will come to collect me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and dVerse~Poets Pub.
haiku #22116
in spider fashion
one dew drop worn as a hat
becomes spring fashion
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Haiku Horizons and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
The Moment
I waited for it
just a tiny speck on the dim horizon.
As it finally reached it’s zenith
I saw you there in a blaze of clarity
your face etched with consequence.
Covering the warm embers of love’s beginnings
lost amongst the sad endings and ever afters
indulged way too much for my own good.
Until that moment.
© Rebekka Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Cats And Time
Time seems to move slowly
for cats
they sleep at the drop
of a hat
doing so on your favorite fedora
without a care.
They live in suspended animation
bending time
and household rules
winding our affections
around their furry paws.
They make Yoga look clumsy
acrobats can’t compete
they are beyond relaxed-
until it’s time to eat.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
