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 “!”)
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!
Exploring a basement I found a room
poems on chalkboards that warned of doom
I heard a groaning behind a barred door
I saw a keyhole and bent to explore.
Darkness prevailed it was hard to see
but then an eye regarding me
something inside said to run away
but curiosity made me stay.
I gathered my nerve to look again
I saw behind the keyhole then
should I have been surprised to see
the person looking back was me?
How many times have I been here
so many questions left unclear
who did I really expect to find
I’m clearly the blind, leading the blind.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
My artwork and animation.
Shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link on August 23, 2018.