She could never keep her feet on the ground
she preferred her head above the clouds
daydreams taking her far away
leaving the cruel world behind
to others, just an empty shell
but on the inside…
She could never understand her fate
born free only to become enslaved
told when and how to feel
how to act and what to do and say
a second class citizen with a womb
expected to be a selfless caretaker of others
as if one job that pays less than a man isn’t enough.
She could never find peace in vacations
everywhere she went was the same
people controlling and questioning
lines of strangers greedy and pushing
draining her money and energy
not that any amount could unshackle her.
She could never breakout of her prison
returning to a home that wasn’t hers
“things” that belonged more than she did
a life she couldn’t bear for another instant
the heavy weight of it took her breath away
her heart crushed like so much stardust.
She could never commit suicide
despite her unhappiness with it all
so enthralled by the heavens that night
she made a decision to travel once more
plucking the evening star to wear in her hair
she decorated her robe with the milky way
wearing the rings of Saturn as her crown
a sliver of moon topped her scepter
finally, all the universe was hers alone.
Daydreams taking her far away
never, never to return.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015/2017
An old poem reworked with my animation from Magpie Tales and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads. This is about women and some of the thoughts we may share about being born a woman in a man’s world. Some of us may dream of vanishing but we all know that there’s more to life. Going crazy (or suicide) is not the answer but I feel for the women who can’t deal and hope they find the help they need.
Different As Night And Day
All the good and bad they weathered
night and daytime ruled together
then one day they had a fight
the moon got mad and shined too bright
it pushed the sun out of the way
and then decided to steal the day.
The jealous sun its anger bright
took back the daytime from the night
the Gods stepped in to end this fight
and straightened out this perilous plight
the moon felt sad the sun was lost
the sun felt bad that lines were crossed.
Now night and day ruled peacefully
while dusk and dawn meet frequently
the stars doth shine until the day
comes sauntering back to get its way
sun and moon now regulated
for all time they’re separated.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014
A blast from the past shared with my friends at Poets United. I originally wrote this for a friend, Cat whom I’ve known online for over 10 years, she likes these kinds of fantasies.
The evening shadows grow and play
as the sun extinguishes its rays
another day has ticked away
and marvelous dreams are underway.
The man in the moon is on display
as twinkling stars show me the way
my bedroom now so far away
until I wake to greet the day.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written with Saturdays Image Write.
I wish that I could see the earth from space
free from the trappings of my life and gravity
my imagination might free me from this plight
so I fancy myself an astronaut on my way to the moon.
Acceleration pulls at me as the rockets propel me forward
I feel another stage release and I clench my teeth as I pray
general confusion and dizziness fill my mind as I try not to be sick
then we are in orbit and I’m floating in my seat.
I slowly move to the window with great expectations
searching the bright dots I find the small ball of pale blue
it looks so peaceful and pristine, just hanging there
everything else fades away as I savor the sight.
Earth, without the complications of being there
a gorgeous living and breathing planet covered in life
no boarders just land masses divided by blue waters
surely a paradise to those who live on the surface.
I realize I am seeing Earth as a whole for the very first time
and I feel completely different than I ever have before
witnessing the overview effect for the first time in my life
fills me full of hope as I re-enter the atmosphere…
…finding myself earthbound in my living room.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
“When we originally went to the moon, our total focus was on the moon. We weren’t thinking about looking back at the Earth. But now that we’ve done it, that may well have been the most important reason we went.”— Overview Institute co-founder David Beaver, retelling what one astronaut has said.
They say that the photograph of our “big blue marble” has had a huge effect on how we think of our relationship to the world around us already. When you look at Earth from the sky, you do not see borders or nations or divisions or conflicts. You see a fragile-yet-strong miracle and the main objective becomes clear: to care for this wonderful, rare thing. And according to the overview effect, that can make a real difference in the world.
Listen as the astronaut’s themselves describe our planet as seen from space and watch the beautiful view. It gives me hope that we may yet, become a unified and healthy functioning planet someday.
Written with Poets United.
No matter where I fall asleep
it’s always the same
I lie there listening to the night trains.
The whistles echoing through the night
enjoying the sounds instead of the sight
goes the track
in dreamland forgone
I ride till the dawn.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This is so true! I have a great fondness for sounds like this at night to help me sleep and listen to 3 hours of sounds that sooth me when I go to bed at night. It seems one can hear trains at night just about anywhere.
This is a 44 word Quadrille written with dVerse~Poets Pub and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
Mother’s On The Moon
It’s almost the month of June
not quite yet the end of May
my mother’s on the moon
and there is where she stays.
She fell in love with a man
the man she saw in the moon
coming up with a perilous plan
to go in a makeshift balloon.
I watched through a telescope tense
as she made her frivolous flight
it caused some earthly suspense
but she made it that very night.
Towards the end of a lovely June
their love blossomed and grew
bringing forth a second moon
but no one was feeling blue.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
In modern use, when 13 full moons occur in a year, usually one calendar month has two full moons; the second one is called a “blue moon“.
Shared with Poets United.
A pack of wolves
in the rolling fog
under a new moon.
the dark night
like burning coals
a pack of wolves
with the morning mist.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.