Haiku #292020

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#292020

strong winds blow
tattered tarp waving-
I give up

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

My photographs (frames) of trees blowing in the wind animated.

We’re having record winds today in the Bay Area and it tore two holes in the sun worn tarp outside on the patio. No bike riding today!

When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

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When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

What if a small lie…

Could help the truth slide by
help someone who’s gone astray
sometimes it’s just the best way.

What if the small lie…

Would help someone feel better
make the world a nicer place
save another person’s face.

Honesty is the key
it’s plain to see
it’s a great policy;
to some degree.

What if the truth hurts…

Just remember to keep it small
it can get you through another day
when honesty honestly doesn’t pay.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

Written with Poets And Storytellers United for an open prompt (originally Poets United.)

Dead Asleep

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Dead Asleep

Every night
my bed
is like a coffin
my body lies dead
asleep
in wait for my demise.

Daylight puddles
near the windowpane
spilling
into the room
splashing
over my face
caught
in a death mask.

Seconds pass
my face
softens
awareness returns
with random thoughts
cobwebs of dreams
swept clean
my eyes
open.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Sleep is so much like death, I often think about it.

The artwork, A Matter Of Life And Death by  Fay Collins is the prompt for today at dVerse~Poets Pub.

So Fair A Day

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So Fair A Day

A saccharine breeze
tickling me
a sweet treat day
so happy and free.

Cotton candy clouds
and corn dog trees
so fair a day
made just to please!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

The art is a series of pictures taken by James Graham and animated by me.

Taking a moment out of a beautiful day with the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

New Day

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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.

People Watching

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People Watching

I sashay down the busy street
my reasoning is quite concrete
the storefronts offering sales and heat
my happy feet they keep the beat.

The many honking cars compete
and traffic lights keep traffic neat
I stop to gawk and take my seat
I watch the crowd without conceit.

As they walk by I look to greet
in case our eyes should chance to meet
and meeting them is such a treat
as I head home, my day complete.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Shared with my friends at Poets United.

Superduper Duplex One Room Heaven

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Superduper Duplex One Room Heaven

The sun cannot set on a day
that I don’t fantasize or daydream
about what goes on in houses
when one catches my eye
my mind follows.
What kind of people live there?
Do they care they have a house,
do they think about it?

At night I dream about houses
with yards and flowers
I think about what goes on in them
I am doing laundry at my house
broken machines in laundromats forgotten
my car safe in a garage
a white picket fence.

I am jealous of the people inside houses
I know that for those people
that get to live in real houses
during their lifetimes
all must surely be divine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared 3/6/2020 with my friends at earthweal for open link weekend #10. I was taking a class with WordPress in 2015 and that’s where the old comments come in. I still feel this way when I see a house that catches my eye.