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.
Happiness
Happiness is emotional
simple in its beginnings
endorphins fill my brain
muscles relax
others tense
pulling at the corners of my mouth
sounds escape my lips
as childish giggles.
Happiness is addictive
good times amplified
one beaming smile
spreading across many faces
we feel giddy
makes us fall in love
it makes the world go round
it’s better when shared.
Happiness is temporary
we’d like it to last forever
still, it leaves us
without warning
but when we least expect it
someone smiles
and it reminds us
that it’s just around the corner.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Happiness never lasts but that doesn’t mean we’ll never be happy again. We never know what will make us smile. Artwork animated by me.
Written for the prompt happiness with my friends at Poets United and shared with dVerse~Poets Pub for open link night.
Props To dVerse Poets
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who’s the fairest poet of all?
Every week we write our takes
shaping words with few mistakes
critiquing poetry with our friends
here’s to hopes it never ends.
At dVerse a prompt we share
makes me pick my words with care
busy finding vowels to play
cooking up a word buffet
tempting us to hone our muse
hungry poets on the loose.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Cheers! So happy to write with such talented people on a daily basis. I’m not sure I understood this fully but I had fun with it.
Dissecting the art of poetry with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub called Ars Poetica form.
Word
Whether poetry or stories
words are such a treasure
vintage, slang, or common use
they give me so much pleasure.
When I feel the urge to purge
the words become my voice
they come pouring out of me
sometimes I have no choice.
But I’m pleased that I’m a writer
I enjoy the undertaking
cause every writer knows
it’s not for the moneymaking.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
The image on the cube (my animation) is called “River Of Poetry” but the artist is unknown to me.
Written for the prompt treasure with my friends at Poets United.
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A Four Letter Word
Love.
It’s
a four
letter word
that leaves us wanting.
It gives us such heavenly bliss
we taste its sweet nectar on our lips and lose ourselves.
We move together as one and become drunk with love while acting out our passion play.
Writhing in tangled sheets, we know no boundaries as we come together and experience the ecstasy of a simple four letter word.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Happy Valentine’s Day! I just got over being sick again this year. I missed some writes and reading of takes but I’m feeling much better now. Thanks for your patience!
I decided on a Fibonacci for the prompt word at Poets United this week. I’m also linking with the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for the Tuesday Platform.
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.
Cake
I was told there would be cake
a delicious flavor just for me
yet I grow tired of lingering
I’m crumbling into pieces
my life stale and tasteless.
I was told there would be cake
yet I find no sweet treat today
my kitchen sits spotless awaiting
the glorious gooey sticky mess.
Will I ever find that recipe again?
I was told there would be cake
as the years go by the craving grows
sitting alone at a table set for one
wondering if I’ll be left
holding an empty plate.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Picking a protest sign to write about linking with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads. Divorced twice with no children I still dream of finding that special man to share the rest of my life with. That would take the cake and be sweet indeed.
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