Tuesday Lost

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Tuesday Lost

I woke up this Tuesday
it was foggy and gray
local news was boring
my cat was snoring
nobody around
there was not a sound
so I looked outside
as I tried to decide
just what I could do
on a day so blue.

Coffee broke my fast
but that didn’t last
fatigued to doom
I retired to my room
I picked up a book
to take a look,
“Beware,” it read,
“this will go to your head.”

I woke up this Tuesday
instead, it was Wednesday
just around dawn
as time had crept on
a most tedious day
literally slept away.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Sharing this poem from the past with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads on a Tuesday much like the one I wrote about in 2015. Photography of San Francisco under the weather by Gary Lo.

I want to ride my bike but the weather has been foggy and very windy for days on end. I anxiously wait for the wind to calm down in the mornings so I can enjoy my rides. Biking on the San Francisco Bay trails is a real downer when riding for miles into the wind.

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Daily Devotions

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Daily Devotions

Sometimes unappreciated
poetry can be complicated
loyal to my inner muse
I look to write without excuse
I search for prompts so that I might
devote some time and try to write.

On the internet to play
sites with different prompts each day
not just a place to link you see
my friends are always there for me.

Poetry written line by line
something I can make all mine
need to write, what can I do?
Pen a poem and share with you.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

The Déjà vu Effect

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The Déjà vu Effect

Déjà vu is on my mind
messing with me all the time
just when things familiar seem
that’s when life resembles dreams
feeling I’ve been there before
but knowing I’m not anymore
it’s just my mind playing tricks on me
it’s not the same it’s plain to see.

Yet déjà vu it seems so real
when everything familiar feels.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

LOL!

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LOL!

LOL is hard to quit
I use it too much I admit
of all the words I type each day
most comments seem to end this way.

There might be other words to use
yet LOL is what I choose
this acronym just seems to fit
oh LOL, I’m stuck with it.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads for Poetry Of The Ordinary.

Ten Digits

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Ten Digits

Ten digits is what I own
ten fingers made of bone
not nine, not three
ten digits serving me.

Ten digits is what I use
ten fingers to amuse
two thumbs, eight fingers
ten digits that never linger.

Ten digits is what I love
ten fingers fit my gloves
ten phalanges help me so
missing one I’d surely know.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

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The doctor is in, Dr. Seuss that is.

My first love of poetry and rhyming was because of Dr. Seuss! His books of fantasy and amazing art through rhyme influenced me greatly at that tender age.

Let’s see if I can to do him justice in this “Toads Play It Again” challenge.

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Shared with dVerse~Poets Pub on 3/15/16 for open link.

Discovery

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Discovery

Exploring a basement I found a room
poems on chalkboards that warned of doom
I heard a groaning behind a barred door
I saw a keyhole and bent to explore.

Darkness prevailed it was hard to see
but then an eye regarding me
something inside said to run away
but curiosity made me stay.

I gathered my nerve to look again
I saw behind the keyhole then
should I have been surprised to see
the person looking back was me?

How many times have I been here
so many questions left unclear
who did I really expect to find
I’m clearly the blind, leading the blind.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

My artwork and animation.

Shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link on August 23, 2018.