Fish Heads
Fish Head Sale-
there she was under glass
her large puckered mouth
begging to be kissed by lemons
tasting of brine salt
could dry up a man’s mouth
in mid-sentence.
She was cold as a fish
but lovelier than thou
in her scaly sequins
she looked tasty
but she would only be good
properly seasoned.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
A poem with 55 words exactly.
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and Saturday’s Image Write.
Wondering
Early man
mastered his surroundings
pushed into lands beyond
wondering.
Why?
The age old question
curiosity encountered
(hopefully)
without killing the cat.
Inquiring minds want to know
filling in the lacunae
seeking to find meaning
in this life we’re thrust into.
Wondering…
There are more questions
than answers
there’s always one on our lips.
“Why?”
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
Inspector Inane
The inspector was insufferable
at the inquest, his voice irritated everyone
his inflection fell flat
he would infest a room with his inadequacy
he liked to remain inebriated and inept
some said he was downright insane
his iniquity could almost inspire
he could be intimate but somehow
it would increase how insincere he really was.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.
Spring Forth
As we settle into spring
our thoughts like seedlings
take root in the warm soil.
Our bodies sprout cravings
to awaken and spend time outdoors
with the wild things and colorful new blooms.
The crocus does not lie
the lilac bushes smell heavenly
nature from its long frozen slumber
renews all in the spring melt.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads Flash 55 and Poets United.
Extreme Love
Begging Him with my thoughts
imploring Him with my eyes
offering myself to Him
I silently surrender.
I am just another doll
he can bend and pose me
play or ignore me
I exist only for Him.
The gag makes it hard
I finally catch my breath
the ropes are taut
my senses are alive.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, 55 words.
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
The mirror reflects all
the good and the bad
nor judge what it sees
and never gets mad.
Breaking a mirror
seven years bad luck
fractures your view
until you sweep it up.
The mirror never worries
or tells any lies
the mirror doesn’t feel things
only we agonize.
© RebekkaSanchez2014
Busy Bodies
Busy businesses bestow bargains
on beings bedazzled by big buildings
and beau-coup buying.
People board backfiring buses belching black
while buxom blondes barter businessmen
on Broadway.
Bankrupt buildings sit boarded up
behind back-lit bars
as the bar-bands bodacious bass
beckons bodies and backstreet betrayals.
A bedraggled beggar’s barbaric behavior
blurred by booze barfs his breakfast.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
An alliteration for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Flash 55 Plus write.
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