I Need It

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I Need It

Where’s my happily ever after?
Why can love no longer find me?

This is the time, the renewal
it’s spring and each year is more
I want to be a part of it
I need it.

I want to be loved and treasured
I’m alone too much
it makes me lonely
life balances better with two.

I search for someone to love
that really cares about my day
someone to keep me sane
in this uncaring world.

Sharing a quiet morning with them
food, talk and laughter
heart and soul
a mutual touch so satisfying
I shudder to think of it.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

My artwork Heart Of Glass animated. I wrote this spring of 2015 and sorry to say I’m still looking.

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Great Escape

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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

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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.

Unique

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Unique

I like you cause you’re funny
intelligent and kind
good looking and hardworking
so distinctive, so refined.

I like you cause you’re honest
irreplaceable and rare
an exceptional type of person
the one who always cares.

I like you cause you’re different
it’s part of your mystique
you are just one of those people
so refreshingly unique.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Today is open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub and I’m sharing an older poem that could well be a greeting card for a friend. The image is an animation from a Google search.

Empty

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Empty

Standing at the graveside I smell loss
the warm Autumn day turned damp
as the fog danced and swirled about
like ghosts of the past encircling
grieving relatives rend their garments
weeping openly while the children
huddle at their feet.

The rain fell harder
tapping on my shoulders
each drop reminding me
he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This poem was written about this picture prompt.

As One

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As One

two trees grow as one
lovers fused in an embrace
my eyes drink it in
dark brown bark turns into skin
green leaves into tousled hair

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Today at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads we celebrate National Handwriting Day with a handwritten poem. I share an old tanka and am afraid my handwriting has become sloppy through the years. This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a while.