Tag: communitcate

Synapic Self

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Synaptic Self

I am my synaptic self
my synapses are me
they have the nerve
they make the connections
they are the “who” in me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

“You are your synapses. They are who you are.” Joseph LeDoux

This was a found poem written about our synapses and what this guy (who studied them) said about them. I just found it interesting that this chemical reaction makes us who we are.

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White Wolf

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White Wolf

A pack of wolves
roaming
in the rolling fog
drifting
towards me
almost invisible
under a new moon.

Eyes
piercing
the dark night
like burning coals
the pack
roving
like smoke.

One
lone wolf
leads
cautiously
moving forward
radiant
white coat.

Eyes
meet
as time
stands still
rapport
grows
spirits speak.

A twig
snaps
the spell
broken
a pack of wolves
disappear
with the morning mist.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Me On Muse

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Me On Muse

I can’t escape my muse
it thrives on inspiration
it gobbles forms for fun
it’s in my perspiration.

If I don’t write with peers
I settle for the latter
my muse fulfills the need
it’s all that really matters.

And when there is no reason
I can always find the rhyme
shore it up and make it clever
shine it up and call it mine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Speculate

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Speculate

I contemplate an empty slate when new ideas titillate
intruding thoughts a boilerplate just how should I communicate?
When sometimes I can’t concentrate I take some time to isolate
I meditate and cantillate and still I discombobulate.
The brain cells I manipulate can find an answer much too late
I hesitate to absquatulate I take my pride and ambulate.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.