Truth

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Truth

Dust particles dance
within a shaft of sunlight
slowly crossing the room
traveling over my body
warm and comforting
like a lovers embrace
to the mirror where I stand
contemplating my mortality
the sun has become harsh
I raise a hand in denial.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

We are writing about mirrors this Wednesday at Poets United where I’ll link up then.

Loss

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Loss

Stark raving emptiness streams
into the screaming void
I used to recognize,

as me.

My heart’s locked up tight
while loss floods me
under a raging river of uncertainty.

I choke on mouthfuls of regret
gasping for air
while floundering in the inky darkness
my mind squirming like a toad.

Those left behind
prime a minefield of hate and lies
each one taking another limb
my memories are bleeding out.

I can find no closure
leaving me,

lost.

This is about the loss of a parent and what can happen with the siblings/others left behind and how it affects them. The artwork is mine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Tanaga #11617

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Tanaga #11617

Slow and steady wins the race
when you keep a steady pace
watch your step and keep your head
you will finish first instead.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

The Tanaga is a type of Filipino poem, consisting of four lines with seven syllables each with the same rhyme at the end of each line — that is to say a 7-7-7-7 Syllabic verse, with an AABB rhyme scheme.

Like the Japanese haiku, Tanagas traditionally do not have any titles. They are poetic forms that should speak for themselves. Most are handed down by oral history, and contain proverbial forms, moral lessons, and snippets of a code of ethics.

Try one for yourself!

Written for Monday WRites and Poets United.

Black Sheep

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Black Sheep

When and how did I become
the black sheep of the family
how can that even be
I gave my love without a fee
never took anything just for me
never sulked or disagreed
but now I know the bridges are burned
I will never get the love I hoped to earn.

When and how did I become
dead to my family
phone number taken off the wall
never getting any calls
the very first grandchild I be
so why was I unwilling to see
at family reunions, I was the absentee
slowly being separated from the family tree.

When and how did this ever start
living amongst a family that has no heart
now that both of my parents are dead
I got nothing so they could get ahead
all the horrible things done and said
all the days and nights filled with dread
I hope that someday I can accept and see
why my unsavory family doesn’t deserve me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub and Poets United.

The Abyss

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The Abyss

I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.

I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.

Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.

I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Poets United.

Hot Mess

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Hot Mess

Since crawling
out of the primordial soup
we are a race
of complex actions
capable of great things
posing as intelligent.

We spill over the planet
leaving our mark behind
making it crystal clear
we are on top
systemically
superior beings.

One hot mess.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.