Writer’s Block

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Writer’s Block

My book it lies unfinished
that sentence dangling there
the words remain extinguished
it’s like my thoughts are bare.

My first book came so easy
the money made now gone
the blank page makes me queasy
my writing just looks wrong.

I meant to write a story
a word, a phrase, a quote
I wanted all the glory.
One word is all I wrote.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

A flash from the past shared with Poets United.

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The Abyss

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The Abyss

I’m thankful for this quiet time
contemplating my meager meal
maybe the last thing I’ll enjoy
before the wolves are at my door.

I own it all-yep every bit
I was in Viet Nam you see
I did the best I could back home
I gave my all for freedoms call.

Alas, I couldn’t buy a home
and all I’d ask is help with rent
the landlord feels real bad of course
but has his family to support.

I packed my things the best I could
the questions screaming in my head
I don’t know where I’m going to go
and there’s the knock upon my door.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Shared with Poets United.

Speculate

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Speculate

I contemplate an empty slate when new ideas titillate
intruding thoughts a boilerplate just how should I communicate?
When sometimes I can’t concentrate I take some time to isolate
I meditate and cantillate and still I discombobulate.
The brain cells I manipulate can find an answer much too late
I hesitate to absquatulate I take my pride and ambulate.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.