Vanishing Act

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Vanishing Act

She could never keep her feet on the ground
she preferred her head above the clouds
daydreams taking her far away
leaving the cruel world behind
to others, just an empty shell
but on the inside…

She could never understand her fate
born free only to become enslaved
told when and how to feel
how to act and what to do and say
a second class citizen with a womb
expected to be a selfless caretaker of others
as if one job that pays less than a man isn’t enough.

She could never find peace in vacations
everywhere she went was the same
people controlling and questioning
lines of strangers greedy and pushing
draining her money and energy
not that any amount could unshackle her.

She could never breakout of her prison
returning to a home that wasn’t hers
“things” that belonged more than she did
a life she couldn’t bear for another instant
the heavy weight of it took her breath away
her heart crushed like so much stardust.

She could never commit suicide
despite her unhappiness with it all
so enthralled by the heavens that night
she made a decision to travel once more
plucking the evening star to wear in her hair
she decorated her robe with the milky way
wearing the rings of Saturn as her crown
a sliver of moon topped her scepter
finally, all the universe was hers alone.

Daydreams taking her far away
never, never to return.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015/2017

An old poem reworked with my animation from Magpie Tales and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads. This is about women and some of the thoughts we may share about being born a woman in a man’s world. Some of us may dream of vanishing but we all know that there’s more to life. Going crazy (or suicide) is not the answer but I feel for the women who can’t deal and hope they find the help they need.

Flying

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Flying

Flying
where am I?

I am traveling by your side
the sun acting as our guide
my emotions burning bright
like a scarlet sunset might
I felt lost behind this face
’till we leaped into this space
the clouds parted ways for me
now my vision’s clear, I see.

Flying
where am I?

Together
now we fly.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written with Saturdays Image Write.

Haiku #12217

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haiku #12217

a flood of rain storms
quenched California’s thirst
the drought is over

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This winter we’ve been getting inches of rain and the snow fall is insane. For the first time in years, the experts are saying our drought is over at least in northern CA.

Photography by me, that is a rainbow I could see from my comfy chair in my living room. Surely proof the drought is over!

Written with Haiku Horizons.

Life Beware!

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Life Beware!

Steel mills belching smoke into the lifeless horizon
orange cotton candy clouds offering no smiles
through the evening soup, the shorebirds flew
black specs flung against the colorful stained canvas
the unfeeling glorious sunset silhouetting
a sky painted into a death grin.

Life beware!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Although we’ve all had our share of bad news I took the dark artistic route. I had this animation of mine and wanted to use it. This vision is only cautionary.

Written with Poets United.