Seed By Seed
Pushing through the rocky soil
instinctively knowing which way to go
a single seed in an age-old plan
stirs inside and starts to grow.
Each containing a miracle
knowledge inside, ready to guide
seasons come and seasons go
sowing seeds both far and wide.
Once we’re born our journeys began
putting our roots down as we need
we grow profusely in our gardens-
all of this from a single seed.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2019
Image source: Google Image Search
This poem sure did go around with me but I finally finished it. Please excuse my cosmic use of seed and stuff. Lol! Written with my friends from Poets United for the prompt, Gardens.
My back is out so I can’t ride my bike right now. (Sad emoji here.) I realize I haven’t written in some time but I’ve been in touch with most of you on Facebook and such. Just dipping my toes back in the water. I enjoyed this prompt for the beginning of summer. Be around to read of course! Happy Summer! (I’m definitely a person who uses too many “!”)
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.
The Creamy Center In You Melts My Hard Candy Shell
I have a digital urge
saved only for you
I press the on button
zeros and ones flow
following circuit board traces
passing through logic chips
capacitors charging and discharging.
I see your face in the screens light
and there you are in High Definition
receiving you sharp and clear
streaming over Wi-Fi
your sound surrounds me fully
animated emotions run unchecked
flashing through my preferred player
initiating a protocol saved only for you.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written for, and shared with my friends at Poets United. Love can take many forms, just like poetry.
bubbling and crawling
of kinetic madness
thousands of dots
of a circular dispersal
with effervescent energy
here and there
spreading like a virus
dispersal is complete
a pattern emerges
order from the chaos-
I see your face!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for the prompt “Order In Chaos” and linked with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
I found this artwork on a Google search and used it to fulfill the prompt.
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.