The Abyss

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The Abyss

I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.

I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.

Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.

I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Poets United.

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The Woebegone Man

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The Woebegone Man

The woebegone man
just sits and sighs
wringing his hands
avoiding all eyes.

Too numb to feel
escaping instead
too hard to deal
rocks in his head.

A man who says yes
although he means no
yet no one would guess
’cause he doesn’t know.

Tragically depicted
he’s pale as the dead
chronically addicted
chain smoking dread.

He will never know why
depressed with no plans
no pretty blue skies
for the woebegone man.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written for dVerse~Poets Pub.

I Watch

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I Watch

I watch the birds
sometimes on a fence
with wings outstretched
flying in place
feeling the breeze
feathers ruffling
loving the wind.

I watch the birds
so high above me
gliding effortlessly
surveying the world
a pinpoint floating
on an azure backdrop
loving the wind.

I watch the birds
sometimes they watch back
what must they see
earthbound and wingless
self-caged creatures
only able to watch
thirsting for the wind.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and dVerse~Poets Pub.

Hot Mess

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Hot Mess

Since crawling
out of the primordial soup
we are a race
of complex actions
capable of great things
posing as intelligent.

We spill over the planet
leaving our mark behind
making it crystal clear
we are on top
systemically
superior beings.

One hot mess.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Haiku #61216

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haiku #61216

bumblebee likes me
time for a photograph
bee-ware of stinger

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Photograph taken when a bumblebee visited during a break on my bike ride. It first landed on my hand and then my shirt. I had eaten a pear earlier on my break and it was attracted to that. It’s amazing that it could still tell after washing my hand and everything. I am always glad to see these guys since they are threatened by so many things now. I know the sting doesn’t hurt much but better not to be stung.

Written with Haiku Horizons.

Milk

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Milk

Bright sunlight coming through the curtains
woke him up at dawn.
He burnt his tongue on the first sip
of strong black coffee
cursing, he heard the commotion outside
the cows were up near the barn
bellowing to be milked.
Hurrying towards them he crossed the large field
wildflowers met his eye and he inhaled
the rich smells of the farm welcomed him.
Opening the barn door he let his ladies inside
like a clumsy square dance
each one found their own stall
every day they did this without fail
then stood munching hay
calling out to one another.
The rhymic pumps were making short work
gathering milk from the herd
while he shoveled manure into a wheel barrel
before it could pile up.
Finished, the satisfied heifers headed out
to green grass and daydreams only cows know
while he sprayed down the barn for tomorrow
then headed to the vegetable garden.
Each row got it’s dose of manure
shovel full of compost and tender loving care
being a farmer was hard work and early hours
but nothing else would do.
Back at the house his day done
he sat back in his easy chair smoking his pipe
smoke curling around him like dreams.
Bright sunlight coming through the curtains
woke him up at dawn.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.