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.

Rebirth

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Rebirth

Surfing the breeze
on a new bloom
wings drying
in the sweet sunshine
a spent chrysalis nearby
as life emerges.

Better to be
like the butterfly
spreading your wings
to a new existence
leaving behind
the old.

Becoming more.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United. Photography by Rika Inami, animation by me.

Wondering

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Wondering

Early man
mastered his surroundings
pushed into lands beyond
wondering.
Why?

The age old question
curiosity encountered
(hopefully)
without killing the cat.

Inquiring minds want to know
filling in the lacunae
seeking to find meaning
in this life we’re thrust into.
Wondering…

There are more questions
than answers
there’s always one on our lips.

“Why?”

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written 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.

The Scream

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The Scream

I’m screaming out but no one hears
I’m all alone and filled with fear
no angels came my soul to save
no savior answered when I prayed
it wore me down for days and days
exhausted-all that’s good decayed
the devil’s instrument at play
I couldn’t keep the sin at bay
and now I have such hell to pay
forever gone I’ve lost my way.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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.