Easter Wishes

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Easter Wishes

I have a special wish for you
dressed in your Easter finest
I hope for you good things to come
and blessings of the kindest.

The eggs are hiding in the grass
our baskets by our side,
“Oh look, I’ve found an Easter egg!”
I heard you cry with pride.

Now baskets full let’st’s celebrate
with candy, eggs and cheer
enjoy your Easter Sunday
hold your friends and family dear.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

This picture was taken of my brother and me on Easter of 1963 in our living room in Michigan City, Indiana before church. That hair! Look at those legs I was a real Tomboy growing up.

My mom always got us new clothes for church on Easter and often made them herself. She made both of our outfits that year I loved that dress and apron. Good memories here!

Happy Easter Sunday to all of my fellow poets at Poets United! This isn’t linked to Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads or dVerse~Poets Pub but this is for all of my friends I write with.

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.

Haibun #2717

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haibun #2717

Late in winter biking by
I heard a piercing skyward cry
I saw a large bird in the sky
an eagle looked me in the eye
I stopped a spell to watch it fly.

As I continued on my way
along the San Francisco Bay
the waters being calm that day
I watched the shorebirds interplay
stalking the waters for their prey.

the snowy egret
serves dinner
with a splash

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

I talk, write and live bicycles because it’s made me so healthy and happy. I ride my bike from my apartment to the San Francisco Bay Trail every other day. This is an area of woods, natural harbors, wetlands, tidal pools and all the creatures that live there. I often take photos and write about them like today.

The photographs (3 frames) were taken by James Graham (my roommate) and animated by me.

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub for Haibun Monday and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads for The Tuesday Platform. I see no reason why a haibun can’t rhyme, is there one?

Faith

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Faith

It took me some time
just most of my life
I found inner faith
but only through strife.

Not faith in the church
or political convictions
not faith in fellow man
they had serious restrictions.

When nothing else worked
I found faith in myself
worked hard to achieve it
what personal wealth!

Each day I renew
attached with no strings
just faith in myself-
the peace that it brings.

(c) Rebecca Sanchez 2017

What can we have faith in these days when all else fails and the world goes crazy? Ourselves, every single day.

Written with Poets United.

It’s My Song

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It’s My Song

So beautiful and free
I felt just like that once
the world my Wonderland
and I could do no wrong.

Blinded by my youth
forever was my troth
until that mighty fall
into the rabbit hole.

Now that time has passed
my body bent with age
my mind keeps playing tricks,
a lie!
(I tell myself.)

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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.

Haiku #61216

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haiku #61216

bumblebee likes me
time for a photograph
bee-ware of stinger

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Photograph taken when a bumblebee visited during a break on my bike ride. It first landed on my hand and then my shirt. I had eaten a pear earlier on my break and it was attracted to that. It’s amazing that it could still tell after washing my hand and everything. I am always glad to see these guys since they are threatened by so many things now. I know the sting doesn’t hurt much but better not to be stung.

Written with Haiku Horizons.