Senryu #101115

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senryu #101115

sweat runs down my face
goosebumps rise on exposed skin-
involuntary screaming

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Written for Halloween which is coming soon.

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Tanka #41215 (The Fishwife)

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tanka #41215 (The Fishwife)

feeling queasy now
butterflies-out of the way
it’s not so easy
I have a belly of fish
that never stop swimming

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Linking up an old poem with dVerse~Poets Pub that I wrote for this prompt which I animated.

Background: I had a very interesting word trip when I started this poem and I had to share it with you. When seeing this picture prompt I thought, I’ll write a poem about a woman with fish in her belly or fishbelly. Then I looked it up.

Besides the Jonah in the belly of the whale story, the white skin under a bathing suit line and normal fish bellies, I found this urban definition (2006), fishbelly: a bad name for a white caucasian person. Then I asked for other words and it gave me 20 related to fishbelly.

Honky, bad, caucasian, clit, clitoris, cracka, cracker, craka, fish, fish belly, fishbelly pussy, girl, puberty, pubic, twat, vag vagina, white, whitey, wonderbread. Wow!

If you caught the date, this word was re-defined in 2006. Now fast forward to now with Trump as president. Meanings like this aren’t going anywhere soon.

Tanka #82717

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tanka #82717

eyes closed tight, she blew
lips forming a perfect O
cheeks pink with effort
the seeds rushed into the air
her wish following after

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

An image prompt from Positively Prompted on Google Plus. I wrote a Tanka about this image prompt.

Lust/Love Sonnet

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Lust/Love Sonnet

I still love you after the fevered flesh has cooled
after the earth-shattering build to the summit
I’m oblivious to all else when in my frenzy
but the two of us, between sheets sublime.

I love the delirious delicious decadence of our intimacy
goosebumps on my skin when you touch me
I am certain no one will ever love me this much
then I watch my lover leave a stranger.

I love you like a dog loves to get scratched where it can’t reach
tongue exposed, slobbering and exposing myself
whimpering for more when you stop.

We never talk about our lives outside of the hotel room
rose-colored glasses are what I choose to wear
living in an altered sense of consciousness as lovers, not friends.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

The artwork is mine from a photograph taken while riding my bike put through a filter and animated.

For dVerse~Poets Pub, we were told to write a free verse sonnet. I am used to rhyming so I hope this will do. This is about a man I once thought I’d spend some time with but great sex does not a relationship, make.

Pale Roses

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Pale Roses 

Pale roses fill the air with fragrance
as I bend to make a wish in the fountain
my coin is received with a golden splash.

Brass lion heads dispense water with a roar
in this serene quintessential garden
I lay myself down in a soft bed of grass.

My breathing slows as my thoughts follow
into a meditative reverie
thoughts pass floccinaucinihilipilification.

Leisurely plucking a nearby rose for my hair
a thorn sinks deep into soft flesh
blood trickles a bright red.

Jamming my finger in my mouth
I stand and gather my wits about me
bare feet heading for the back door.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

This was originally a Magpie Tale write. I reworked the art and wrote this poem about it. I imagined myself in this garden making a wish as described above. I enjoyed having a surprise ending here, a kind of “wake up and smell the roses” (or something like that.)

Nuns And Sunflowers

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Nuns And Sunflowers
(My tribute to Fellini.)

A long afternoon spent
in a field of ripe sunflowers
my faded picnic blanket
a magic carpet.

The ultraviolet rays
sing my body a warm lullaby
my hands stop worrying
at the worn threads of my mind
as goldenrod heads gently nod
in blissful agreement above me
nature doing Fellini proud
(or is it just me?)

As the day settles into the heat
the visions start to fade
but before the spell is broken
I see myself surrounded
by nun’s in old habits
collecting seeds and planting sunflowers
(I am not alone.)

My last thought of course
like a hummingbird’s sweet kiss
settles on you.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written for my friends at Poets United seeking the extraordinary from the ordinary and my tribute to Fellini. Also shared for open link at dVerse~Poets Pub. Artwork animated by me.