#322020
my package delivered
box of 20 masks
made in China
© Rebecca Sanchez 2020
What a conundrum!
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Under Summer Skies
Under Summer Skies
Under summer skies we played
fair and blue on Warrington Lake
we jumped in waters stained with clouds
swam through lily pads out to the raft
leaped into the cold and deep
muck sucking at our feet
while fish nibbled at our white skin
giggling and screaming all the while
of course, someone would always cry
later on forgetting why
for memories are always kind that way
when the family meets for summer play.
Hiking ’round the lake for fun
picking winterberries and wildflowers
while watching for bears
changing clothes with biting horseflies
lake perch that grandpa caught
with bread and fresh blueberries
this and more I do remember
wonderful times I’ll treasure forever
for memories are always kind that way
when the family meets for summer play.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Thank you, everyone, for the summer skies and fun back then! Love always, Bekkie
Written for my family (you know who you are) in memory of my cousin Jay Banasyznski who passed away recently. I was happy to see him 2 years ago at the wedding after not seeing him for 40 plus years. When I think of him now I picture him as an always smiling big kid, like when I last saw him most.
Jay really hasn’t changed much here. Jay (left) and Uncle Gene (right) at the wedding. I took the picture of Warrington Lake on this visit to Uncle Gene’s place. Love you.
Written for the prompt summer with my friends at Poets United.
I Need It
I Need It
Where’s my happily ever after?
Why can love no longer find me?
This is the time, the renewal
it’s spring and each year is more
I want to be a part of it
I need it.
I want to be loved and treasured
I’m alone too much
it makes me lonely
life balances better with two.
I search for someone to love
that really cares about my day
someone to keep me sane
in this uncaring world.
Sharing a quiet morning with them
food, talk and laughter
heart and soul
a mutual touch so satisfying
I shudder to think of it.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
My artwork Heart Of Glass animated. I wrote this spring of 2015 and sorry to say I’m still looking.
New Day
New Day
At first light, I wake up to a new day
ready to get up with the dew, day.
On TV, the news misconstrues, day
weeding out the fake news that’s untrue, day.
Stymied, I could use a breakthrough day
something to help me make do, day.
I feel like I’m stuck in a queue, day
the feeling is like deja vu, day.
Feeling down, you’re the one I turn to, day
you tell me you’re coming to woo, day.
I impatiently wait to see you, day
with you, it won’t be a blue day.
The calendar tells me it’s Tuesday
he’s here, so I bid you adieu, day.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
We are trying a ghazal today at dVerse~Poets Pub. A new form for me.
Beneath A Tree
Beneath A Tree
When I sat beneath a tree
ruminating memories
something basic came to me.
Trees will never disagree
know the sum of one plus three
change their sexuality
or wonder whether they are free
own a home or property
or worry ’bout the world we see.
The smell of earth was heavenly
shadows fell like filigree
the quiet air of mystery
the bark that tells a history
all slowly growing peacefully
it made me thankful just to be.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written with my friends at Poets United for the prompt “peace.” The art is a photograph of mine taken on the Bay Trail, put through an art filter and animated.
Morning Mostly
Morning Mostly
Mostly mindless momentum
mirrored in myopic meanings
mediocrity maintained
making maelstrom moments
of a madcap morning.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Mornings can be fast and furious when getting out of the house for the day and I wanted to convey those feelings. For the artwork, I animated a photo of a cat yawning on a fence in front of a sunrise.
Tuesday Lost
Tuesday Lost
I woke up this Tuesday
it was foggy and gray
local news was boring
my cat was snoring
nobody around
there was not a sound
so I looked outside
as I tried to decide
just what I could do
on a day so blue.
Coffee broke my fast
but that didn’t last
fatigued to doom
I retired to my room
I picked up a book
to take a look,
“Beware,” it read,
“this will go to your head.”
I woke up this Tuesday
instead, it was Wednesday
just around dawn
as time had crept on
a most tedious day
literally slept away.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Sharing this poem from the past with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads on a Tuesday much like the one I wrote about in 2015. Photography of San Francisco under the weather by Gary Lo.
I want to ride my bike but the weather has been foggy and very windy for days on end. I anxiously wait for the wind to calm down in the mornings so I can enjoy my rides. Biking on the San Francisco Bay trails is a real downer when riding for miles into the wind.
Capricious Poet 