For The Birds
Dipping thieving
from the skies
frenzied feeding
hungry cries.
Crust of bread
is offered thus-
fingers bleeding
so nonplussed!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Sometimes you just shouldn’t feed the animals.
Tag: beach
Day Of Discovery
Day Of Discovery
that day of discovery
waiting in line to change-
back into myself
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Not really a senryu, meant to be micro-poetry, hence the title. I animated the artwork I wrote it about for fun.
For anyone reading this Past Musing (thank you, BTW,) I took a long break from writing recently. Either you know this because I used to write with you or you don’t because you’re just visiting. I’m going to ease back into writing real soon but first I have some old work to clean up and transfer here from a site I’m shutting down. Chances are you have never seen the work I’m transferring so check it out. New (fresh) work coming soon. Hugs all around!
Haiku #62816(a) & b
haiku #62816(a)
deep woods hush
birdsong breaking silence
music
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
haiku #62816(b)
summer’s song
surf meeting sand
music of the ages
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Photograph of the beach on the San Francisco Bay taken on a bike ride by me.
Written with Haiku Horizons.
Just My Bike And Me
Just My Bike And Me
Wetlands passing by
the waterbirds feed
it’s a very good day
on San Francisco Bay.
To be out of the city
yet see it ‘cross the bay
even foggy days
it’s there on display.
Wind in my hair
just a gentle breeze
sun hot on my back
as I follow the bike track.
The sharp salt smell
clicking of the gears
the songbirds sing
colors on the wing.
Drifting down the trail
I feel like I’m flying
at peace so quietly
just my bike and me.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Shared with Poets United.
Haiku #5216
haiku #5216
summer approaches
getting into the swing of things
the bathing suit fits
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Haiku Horizons.
Tanka #121315
Tanka #121315
walking this vacant beach
I pick up a handful of sand
in these polished grains
I spy a tiny heart shape
reminds me I’m not alone
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Lake Michigan
Lake Michigan
Knee-high dune grasses
slice delicate skin
as I walk.
Droplets of blood
ooze.
My sneakers squeak
in singing sand
under the hot
noonday sun
as I climb
Mt. Baldy.
Over the
whitecaps of
Lake Michigan
l spy Chicago.
Blinding light
reflecting off dunes
and water
remind me to find
my sunglasses.
I fish them
from my back pocket
retrieving bro
ken frames.
© RebeccaSanchez2013
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