Walkway
I want to take you everywhere
and show you what I see
but you take me for granted
and just walk all over me.
When you find me charming
and you take me somewhere nice
you still go off and leave me
never seeming to think twice.
All I do is wait for you
pedestrian of me,
if you treat me like a walkway
then your walkway I will be.
Rebecca Sanchez © 2015
This photo was taken by me in Oakland, CA.
Masks
We all hide behind masks
cowering from our vulnerabilities
steeped in our inabilities.
If someone catches a white lie
or a small truth
another mask is born.
When we want to look our best
with wrinkles and imperfections gone
hiding from the realities of it all
another kind of mask comes into play.
When we love someone deeply
effortlessly we slip the mask
so sweetly we part the sheets
together we discover the divine truth.
But the moment it’s revealed
we retreat back to what we know best
the mask firmly back in place.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
We wear many masks during our lifetimes. How many people can you say know the real you? We don’t mean to hide but life can be very trying to say the least. Love does not guarantee that you see beneath the mask.
The Facade-A Halloween Tale
Walking the boardwalk at sunset
in search of saltwater toffee
I spied a facade I couldn’t phantom
and heard a vintage circus anthem.
I walked ahead and saw a face
all hideous and taunting me
a gaping mouth without a voice
curious, I made my choice.
The ticket seller’s booth was dark
behind the heavy curtains-light
goosebumps raised upon my skin
with shaky hands, I peered within.
Before my eyes could clearly see
claws and teeth attacking me!
Everything went black and then-
woke up by my cat again.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Boo! (I luv Halloween.)
Posting for the first time on this site for October and Halloween 2018. I did the artwork just for this poem. I hope you enjoy it!
The Understanding
I know you…
that form
your many moods
how you make me feel.
I know you…
your sense of humor
your timing
your rhyme and reason.
I know you…
because our understanding
runs deep
poetry lives in me.
Poetry lives in us.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written for the prompt of poems with my friends at Poets United. The image is from the Pink Floyd album Tree Of Half Life by Storm Thorgerson.
Day Of Discovery
that day of discovery
waiting in line to change-
back into myself
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Not really a senryu, meant to be micro-poetry, hence the title. I animated the artwork I wrote it about for fun.
For anyone reading this Past Musing (thank you, BTW,) I took a long break from writing recently. Either you know this because I used to write with you or you don’t because you’re just visiting. I’m going to ease back into writing real soon but first I have some old work to clean up and transfer here from a site I’m shutting down. Chances are you have never seen the work I’m transferring so check it out. New (fresh) work coming soon. Hugs all around!
Under Summer Skies
Under summer skies we played
fair and blue on Warrington Lake
we jumped in waters stained with clouds
swam through lily pads out to the raft
leaped into the cold and deep
muck sucking at our feet
while fish nibbled at our white skin
giggling and screaming all the while
of course, someone would always cry
later on forgetting why
for memories are always kind that way
when the family meets for summer play.
Hiking ’round the lake for fun
picking winterberries and wildflowers
while watching for bears
changing clothes with biting horseflies
lake perch that grandpa caught
with bread and fresh blueberries
this and more I do remember
wonderful times I’ll treasure forever
for memories are always kind that way
when the family meets for summer play.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Thank you, everyone, for the summer skies and fun back then! Love always, Bekkie
Written for my family (you know who you are) in memory of my cousin Jay Banasyznski who passed away recently. I was happy to see him 2 years ago at the wedding after not seeing him for 40 plus years. When I think of him now I picture him as an always smiling big kid, like when I last saw him most.
Jay really hasn’t changed much here. Jay (left) and Uncle Gene (right) at the wedding. I took the picture of Warrington Lake on this visit to Uncle Gene’s place. Love you.
Written for the prompt summer with my friends at Poets United.
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.
Capricious Poet 