haiku #32818
the warmth of springtime
payment for a long winter
life awakening
the big thaw come spring
good things come to those who wait
it pays to be patient
during Eastertide
I visit dead relatives
to pay my respects
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
The image is my photography animated from my bike rides on the Bay Trail in San Mateo, CA.
A trio of haiku written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt pay.
New Day
At first light, I wake up to a new day
ready to get up with the dew, day.
On TV, the news misconstrues, day
weeding out the fake news that’s untrue, day.
Stymied, I could use a breakthrough day
something to help me make do, day.
I feel like I’m stuck in a queue, day
the feeling is like deja vu, day.
Feeling down, you’re the one I turn to, day
you tell me you’re coming to woo, day.
I impatiently wait to see you, day
with you, it won’t be a blue day.
The calendar tells me it’s Tuesday
he’s here, so I bid you adieu, day.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
We are trying a ghazal today at dVerse~Poets Pub. A new form for me.
Lines And Wrinkles
I found a photograph
taken on my behalf
it was a moment seized
for which I’m unappeased
showing off my age
it sent me in a rage!
My eyes to me looked glazed
my wrinkled skin amazed
I hold to this belief
age causes most my grief.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written for the prompt reflecting on mirrors with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. When I think of mirrors I can’t help but think of aging.
Super Duper Blue
The moon plays tricks
with a lunar eclipse
eyes to the skies
the full moon comes soon
twice this month is nice
number two is blue
tipping and slipping
under the earth’s umbra
invitingly in syzygy
this blood moon makes us swoon.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
A Blue Moon is when two full moons happen in the same calendar month; lunar eclipses occur when the moon passes into Earth’s shadow; and supermoons happen when the moon’s perigee — its closest approach to Earth in a single orbit — coincides with a full moon. In this case, the supermoon also happens to be the day of the lunar eclipse.
The second full moon and the lunar eclipse will occur on the night of Jan. 30 or the morning of the 31st. And the supermoon will take place on the night of Jan. 30, which is technically one day before the moon reaches peak fullness, but even NASA is willing to call the event a supermoon nonetheless.
I watched it last night on my patio it was awesome! My picture isn’t great, but it’s the only camera I had. This was when the moon was fully eclipsed and blood orange.
Written with my friends at Poets United for the prompt moon. Also, shared with my friends at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Walking Through Doors
The doorway arrived in the nick of time
at the stroke of midnight before the first fireworks
wide open, brightly illuminated and full of promise
on the brink, I took my departure.
New doors open to us throughout life
some require keys before opening
some demand a pound or two of flesh
a lesson learned, an entrance earned.
Sometimes we balk at the opening
without realizing we’re on a new threshold
like not recognizing the dawn of a new day
letting that door slam shut in our faces.
Cooling our heals in the vestibule
aware and anxious to make our emergence
an unmarked exit opens to the unknown
that first step can be a real bitch!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
So many doorways so little time. Written with my friends at Poets United for the prompt doorway(s).
haiku #123117
an autumn leaf
making way for fresh spring growth
falls, with a flourish
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This is what I used to make my artwork (part of a larger photograph I took.) I caught a leaf falling, not only that, but it had a hole in it I could see through. It was suspended there just for my camera. I think it’s magic catching something like this while it’s happening. Perfect for this prompt and the last day of 2017. Happy New Year!
Written with Haiku Horizons (my last poem of 2017) for the prompt fresh. Shared with Poets United also.
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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