Black Apple

Black Apple

The exotic woman extended her hand
in it was a black apple
the black apple was a rarity
he had never seen one
the temptation to take it was powerful.
She took out a bejeweled knife
quickly slicing the fruit open
removing one perfect slice.
He winced as he watched the juices run
the whiteness inside the cut was erotic
it caused a strong stirring in his loins.
In an instant, he was upon her
but it wasn’t her body he dominated.
She lay dead as he examined his treasure
already the vulnerable white flesh
bruised and tasting sour.
His melancholy was ripe
as he fled defeated an utter failure.
In his passion and haste, he never found out
where to find the black apple.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

I used some dream meanings I found for black and apple. Written with my friends at The Sunday Muse #99 for this image prompt.

Also linking up with dVerse~Poets Pub for Meet the bar and listen to lists. I often do this for my poetry. For this image, I used a list of words from my search of dream meanings for this poem and everything dropped into place. Now I have a lot of reading to catch up with!

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The Facade-A Halloween Tale

The Facade-A Halloween Tale

Walking the boardwalk at sunset
in search of saltwater toffee
I spied a facade I couldn’t phantom
and heard a vintage circus anthem.

I walked ahead and saw a face
all hideous and taunting me
a gaping mouth without a voice
curious, I made my choice.

The ticket seller’s booth was dark
behind the heavy curtains-light
goosebumps raised upon my skin
with shaky hands, I peered within.

Before my eyes could clearly see
claws and teeth attacking me!
Everything went black and then-
woke up by my cat again.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Boo! (I luv Halloween.)

Posting for the first time on this site for October and Halloween 2018. I did the artwork just for this poem. I hope you enjoy it!

Candy Land

Candy Land

Soldiers waging war with flowers
bullets made of candy sours
everything one could devour
messing with their willpower.

All the men had taken vows
but had an urge for candy now-
they missed the posted sign somehow:
Eating Candy Is Not Allowed!

Licorice trees and sugar sand
it was more than they could stand
their bellies filled on enemy land
now, candy fell from useless hands.

The warning sign-a bitter pill
the candy took away free will.
Standing very,
############very,
##################STILL.
Gummy soldiers on the hill.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

I originally wrote about this image for Magpie Tales and animated it. Shared with my friends at Poets United on this quiet Sunday.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock,
goes the old hallway clock
hours pass across its face
numbers help to keep its place
having hands that point the way
telling me the time of day.

Tick tock, tick tock,
goes the bedroom alarm clock
telling me it’s time to sleep
lay me down, sweet dreams to reap
sleeping ‘way my precious time
woken by the nagging chime.

Tick tock, tick tock,
goes the workplace time clock
laboring my time away
always work and never play
sands of time keep fooling me
falling into entropy.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Past musings shared with my friends at Poets United for Poetry Pantry #387. Artwork: Google animated image search

Her Hand

Her Hand

I brush back the thinning hair
studying her face.
Deep lines wrinkle as she smiles back
her watery blue eyes
still bright and beautiful.
I still lose myself in them.

I take her small hand in mine
spotted and calloused with countless tasks
a hand that matches mine.
I asked for this hand in marriage
the hand that raised our children
the hand that holds my life in it.

I lowered my lips to that hand
bestowing a tender kiss.
I whispered in her ear
to tell her how much
I will always adore that hand.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Face Value

Face Value

Tolerantly I watch your face
searching for some information
looking for the slightest change
probing for an indication
waiting for the final phase
noting every single line
when your hands point me the way
finally, I have the time.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared for the first time from Picturesque Words.

Ten Digits

Ten Digits

Ten digits is what I own
ten fingers, flesh and bone
not nine, not three
ten digits serving me.

Ten digits is what I use
ten fingers to amuse
two thumbs, eight fingers
ten digits that never linger.

Ten digits is what I love
ten fingers fit my gloves
ten phalanges help me so
missing one I’d surely know.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

The doctor is in, Dr. Seuss that is.

My first love of poetry and rhyming was because of Dr. Seuss! His books of fantasy and amazing art through rhyme influenced me greatly at that tender age.

Let’s see if I can to do him justice in this “Toads Play It Again” challenge.

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

Shared with dVerse~Poets Pub on 3/15/16 for open link.