Tanka #82717

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tanka #82717

eyes closed tight, she blew
lips forming a perfect O
cheeks pink with effort
the seeds rushed into the air
her wish following after

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

An image prompt from Positively Prompted on Google Plus. I wrote a Tanka about this image prompt.

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Morning Mostly

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Morning Mostly

Mostly mindless momentum
mirrored in myopic meanings
mediocrity maintained
making maelstrom moments
of a madcap morning.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Mornings can be fast and furious when getting out of the house for the day and I wanted to convey those feelings. For the artwork, I animated a photo of a cat yawning on a fence in front of a sunrise.

Situating Suburbia

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Surviving slippery slopes
swerving, sliding sideways
with speedometer spinning
substantial suspension stabilization
while shifting and signaling sanctimoniously
successfully situating suburbia-
sudden stop.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This is a form I like to use called alliteration. It’s a challenge to write them so they make sense or tell a story. I’ve written a handful of them so far.

Alliteration occurs when a series of words in a row (or close to a row) have the same first consonant sound. For example, “She sells seashells down by the seashore” or “Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers” are both alliterative phrases. In the former, all the words start with the “s” sound, while in the later, the letter “p” takes precedence. Aside from tongue twisters, the alliteration is also used in poems, song lyrics, and even store or brand names.

Lust/Love Sonnet

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Lust/Love Sonnet

I still love you after the fevered flesh has cooled
after the earth-shattering build to the summit
I’m oblivious to all else when in my frenzy
but the two of us, between sheets sublime.

I love the delirious delicious decadence of our intimacy
goosebumps on my skin when you touch me
I am certain no one will ever love me this much
then I watch my lover leave a stranger.

I love you like a dog loves to get scratched where it can’t reach
tongue exposed, slobbering and exposing myself
whimpering for more when you stop.

We never talk about our lives outside of the hotel room
rose-colored glasses are what I choose to wear
living in an altered sense of consciousness as lovers, not friends.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

The artwork is mine from a photograph taken while riding my bike put through a filter and animated.

For dVerse~Poets Pub, we were told to write a free verse sonnet. I am used to rhyming so I hope this will do. This is about a man I once thought I’d spend some time with but great sex does not a relationship, make.

The Flood

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The Flood

She hiked through the backwoods
alone in her toxic thoughts
again, her life was filled with emptiness
love had passed her by.

Her teardrops like a downpour
storming down her face
trepidation in her footsteps
she felt vulnerable and used up
she was damaged goods.

She didn’t deserve to be treated like this
it wasn’t the first time
numb to the outside world
a trickle of anger broke through
now weeping profusely
the flood broke loose.

She didn’t notice until the damage was done
she had cried a river of tears
and by losing herself
it easily
^^^^^^^^^^^^swept
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^her
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^away.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written for the prompt “flood” with my friends at Poets United. I animated the artwork which I used as part of the prompt.

One Tear

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One Tear

Once the pain has been dealt
once the sadness is felt
once your life comes undone
once the tears have begun
once the going gets tough
can one tear be enough?

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

An image prompt from Positively Prompted on Google Plus. I wrote about and animated this image. Shared with the Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.