Can you read my Tshirt?
Hello, my friends!
I’ve been riding my bicycle daily while taking photographs of my surroundings on the San Francisco Bay. I use my photos for my art and writing. The bike riding has been so nice the past few months it just began to get cold here in California. It feels a lot like Christmas today and I’m preparing to go on a Christmas Day ride with my long-time friend and roommate James.
I’ve missed you all and will be back next year to write. If anything, I am coming back rejuvenated and ready for the new year. I’m lucky enough to enjoy my biking year round and it keeps me fit and happy.
Merry Christmas my friends! My many “looks” as I do enjoy dressing for the ride. You can see how the weather has changed my looks.
I want to say Merry Christmas to my friends at Poets United, Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, and dVerse~Poets Pub I hope it was enjoyable. Merry Xmas to Haiku Horizons and the other places I drop into sometimes!
Thanks, dVerse~Poets Pub for including me in your analogy I hope to afford to buy one soon! I can’t wait to read more of the free version. My very first time in a book. It makes it real, you know?
Some of you I’ve known since Magpie Tales which was the beginning of linking with groups for me. Tess was a fun person and every week her boyfriend would read her poem for us. Tess had some “events” at her mansion and it was a memorable time. Tess Kincaid is doing well and living out a fairy tale ending in the UK with her “English Man.”
While writing in that group, people spread out to the above-mentioned groups and beyond. It’s nice to know we’re all as close as WordPress and Blogger moving in the same circles. We’re an impressive international group of writers I’m proud to be part of.
Merry Christmas friends! Enjoy it, the new year cometh and changes are afoot!
Pale roses fill the air with fragrance
as I bend to make a wish in the fountain
my coin is received with a golden splash.
Brass lion heads dispense water with a roar
in this serene quintessential garden
I lay myself down in a soft bed of grass.
My breathing slows as my thoughts follow
into a meditative reverie
thoughts pass floccinaucinihilipilification.
Leisurely plucking a nearby rose for my hair
a thorn sinks deep into soft flesh
blood trickles a bright red.
Jamming my finger in my mouth
I stand and gather my wits about me
bare feet heading for the back door.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
This was originally a Magpie Tale write. I reworked the art and wrote this poem about it. I imagined myself in this garden making a wish as described above. I enjoyed having a surprise ending here, a kind of “wake up and smell the roses” (or something like that.)
Get Your Groove On
Spinning the grooves to move
a shindig you can’t miss
shag carpeting pulled back
come on let’s do the Twist!
Don’t be a drip, come shake those hips
and get those feet to work
feel that booming bass entice
come on let’s do the Jerk!
Mini skirts and paisley shirts
new dances all the craze
when I get my groove on
it’s a Keep On Truckin’ day.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
I felt like something light and fun this week so I’m sharing an oldie of mine about the oldies from Magpie Tales written for that dancing prompt I animated. Shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub.
She could never keep her feet on the ground
she preferred her head above the clouds
daydreams taking her far away
leaving the cruel world behind
to others, just an empty shell
but on the inside…
She could never understand her fate
born free only to become enslaved
told when and how to feel
how to act and what to do and say
a second class citizen with a womb
expected to be a selfless caretaker of others
as if one job that pays less than a man isn’t enough.
She could never find peace in vacations
everywhere she went was the same
people controlling and questioning
lines of strangers greedy and pushing
draining her money and energy
not that any amount could unshackle her.
She could never breakout of her prison
returning to a home that wasn’t hers
“things” that belonged more than she did
a life she couldn’t bear for another instant
the heavy weight of it took her breath away
her heart crushed like so much stardust.
She could never commit suicide
despite her unhappiness with it all
so enthralled by the heavens that night
she made a decision to travel once more
plucking the evening star to wear in her hair
she decorated her robe with the milky way
wearing the rings of Saturn as her crown
a sliver of moon topped her scepter
finally, all the universe was hers alone.
Daydreams taking her far away
never, never to return.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015/2017
An old poem reworked with my animation from Magpie Tales and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads. This is about women and some of the thoughts we may share about being born a woman in a man’s world. Some of us may dream of vanishing but we all know that there’s more to life. Going crazy (or suicide) is not the answer but I feel for the women who can’t deal and hope they find the help they need.
Bird Bath Man
Bill boldly bathed his body
in a broken bird bath
bare chested and bemused
his brilliant bobbing
was branded boring
by the boroughs.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
I wrote about and animated this image for Magpie Tales. I just heard from Tess Kincaid recently on Facebook she’s taking a break from Magpie Tales and is currently working on a novel. Tess has several books of poetry to check out.
Shared with dVerse~Poets Pub.
Bambi Came To Dinner
Bambi came to dinner
ate all the fresh flowers
nibbled on the tablecloth.
Alice drank from a bottle
became too small to sit at the table
all she wanted was to fit into that dress.
Micky Mouse showed up late
kept dancing with the food
he was acting goofy.
The roast beast sidled up to me
asking what cut I wanted to eat
I told him he was too rare for me.
I never figured out who the host was
I didn’t get a bite to eat
afraid the food would bite me back.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Magpie Tales and Dverse~Poets Pub.
Oh sin eater, come today
come to where my loved one lay
he was easily led astray
help him cast these stains away.
Bread and wine upon the breast
of my darling laid to rest
half a shilling paid to thee
eat this meal and set him free.
Ameliorate this funeral feast
take on the sins of my deceased
allowing them to be released
so that my love may rest in peace.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Magpie Tales and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.