Walkway
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.
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Candy Land
Soldiers waging war with flowers
bullets made of candy sours
everything one could devour
messing with their willpower.
All the men had taken vows
but had an urge for candy now-
they missed the posted sign somehow:
Eating Candy Is Not Allowed!
Licorice trees and sugar sand
it was more than they could stand
their bellies filled on enemy land
now, candy fell from useless hands.
The warning sign-a bitter pill
the candy took away free will.
Standing very,
############very,
##################STILL.
Gummy soldiers on the hill.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
I originally wrote about this image for Magpie Tales and animated it. Shared with my friends at Poets United on this quiet Sunday.
Great Escape
Squat
down
searching…
a way out.
New translucent wings
skillfully added to my back
aids my imaginative escape off of this page.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015/2018
A Fibonacci written in the past for Magpie Tales, animated by me.
senryu #101815
cigarette smoke curls
the air thick with chemistry
stained fingers grasp love
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
This senryu was written about this image which was a prompt for Magpie Tales that I animated with hearts. That is Taylor and Eddie.
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!
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Pale Roses
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.
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