Sloth Personified

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“Sloth makes man powerless and dries out the nerves until man is good for nothing.” The Personification Of Sloth (shown, as a badly-dressed woman resting on an ass.)

Sloth features an assortment of fantastic creatures and a confused arrangement of hybrid structures reminiscent of Bosch’s work.

I like to think my poem is about how Sloth lives.

Sloth Personified

Dirty wrinkled sheets on an empty bed
the room an overflowing ashtray
reading materials litter the floor
along with containers of putrefied food
I’m used to the smell.

Hallways haphazardly cluttered
walking on top of the shifting heap
windows and doors long blocked
bathroom flooded in feces and filth
fly’s going through their life cycle in the kitchen.

Resting my weight on stacks of old magazines
lit up by the blue light of the phone screen
wine gives everything a rosy glow
trolling Instagram and nibbling on canned peaches
wondering where the cat went.

Come to think of it, I had 2 cats!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

About the artwork: Representing the vice of sloth, this image belongs to a series of prints of the Seven Deadly Sins, engraved by Pieter van der Heyden after drawings by Pieter Bruegel the Elder. The personification of sloth, a shabbily dressed woman, demonstratively sleeps away the time in the central foreground, resting her weight on the back of an ass. The various examples of lazy or slothful behavior, in evidence in the surrounding landscape, colorfully demonstrate the message of the inscription. (Seen with photo above.)

Written for the prompt virture or vice at the Imanginary Garden With Real Toads. I picked sloth.

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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.

I’m A Cheshire Cat

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I’m A Cheshire Cat

I’m a Cheshire Cat
I got no cares
got a smile on my face
as I float through the air.

I’m not your normal cat
my fur is coarse and thick
I can be any color
and that’s not my only trick.

I’m a magical cat
with golden yellow eyes
I have a great big head
for my very small size.

When invisible I seem
you know that I’ll be there
I’ll reappear on cue
and never have a care.

Yes, I’m a Cheshire Cat
and that is that.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United.

Nine Lives

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Nine Lives

watching the sunset
fog sneaks in over the bay
on tiny cat feet

under small bushes
the cat becomes a panther
silently stalking prey

ignored by a cat
nothing makes one feel
more rejected

contented purring
a peaceful heart
a happy cat

words left unspoken
leaves things broken
cat got your tongue?

coming in late
look what the cat dragged in
don’t blame the cat

stroking a cat
the best relaxation
a furry zen master

a cat has nine lives
we only go around once
make it count

a beloved cat
is man’s best friend
the dog would argue

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Haiku Horizons.

Cats And Time

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Cats And Time

Time seems to move slowly
for cats
they sleep at the drop
of a hat
doing so on your favorite fedora
without a care.

They live in suspended animation
bending time
and household rules
winding our affections
around their furry paws.

They make Yoga look clumsy
acrobats can’t compete
they are beyond relaxed-
until it’s time to eat.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016