Reasons

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Reasons

There are reasons for our seasons
as we watch for yearly clues
in the summer we have flowers
multicolored meadows viewed.

Then the trees turn glorious colors
dying leaves fall to the ground
before the burning bonfires end
winter’s come without a sound.

When the Crocuses start blooming
and I heed the robin’s call
spring will bring her wondrous renewal.
Good reasons for us all.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

I wanted to write a poem about the seasons while naming them within the poem. There were a few versions of this before I finally got the words the way I wanted them and I’m happy with the way it turned out.

A past musing shared with my friends at Poets United.

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Piles Of Smiles

 

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© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This is my first animated poem I did picking a short poem of mine. I have done others and plan on doing more when I get a better animation program. This was my idea as I haven’t seen any other animated poems, probably because they would have to be shared in an e-book or like this.

Writer’s Block

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Writer’s Block

My book it lies unfinished
that sentence dangling there
the words remain extinguished
it’s like my thoughts are bare.

My first book came so easy
the money made now gone
the blank page makes me queasy
my writing just looks wrong.

I meant to write a story
a word, a phrase, a quote
I wanted all the glory.
One word is all I wrote.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

A flash from the past shared with Poets United.

It’s My Song

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It’s My Song

So beautiful and free
I felt just like that once
the world my Wonderland
and I could do no wrong.

Blinded by my youth
forever was my troth
until that mighty fall
into the rabbit hole.

Now that time has passed
my body bent with age
my mind keeps playing tricks,
a lie!
(I tell myself.)

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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.