Midnight Kata 

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Midnight Kata 

It is midnight at the Dojo
and a lone figure is spotted
he moves as if on invisible strings
worked by a celestial puppeteer-
such fastidious movement.

Slowly circling, ever vigilant
as he spares with the shadows
a Praying Mantis on a leaf
watches with great concern-
in a rustle of silk, he is gone.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. The prompt is Unseen Things. My figure (who could be a Ninja) was only seen by a bug in the garden. This is my artwork I animated.

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My Still Life

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My Still Life

Now that you’re gone
your things are everywhere
as if you never left.

That hook by the front door…
still holds your hat and bag
I should throw out that broken umbrella
although it was cloudy
with a chance of tears yestreen.

My still life.
If only my heart would stop pounding
if only for a moment
in a house so still.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015

Shared with Poets United.

Silent Remains

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Silent Remains

I found an old upright piano in a wet meadow
a shiny black crow clamored about
overhead lazy clouds floated in the bluest sky
while drops of water like scattered rhinestones lay
across patches of still waxed rosewood.

I climbed on top to investigate my treasure
many questions weighing on my mind
quizzically I pressed an ivory key with my toe
but it remained silent-guarding its secrets.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Seeking Silence

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Seeking Silence

The sounds of silence are getting harder to find
all the noise in this world is just clouding my mind.
I long for the woods where the wild things are
a clean, peaceful place minus airplanes and cars.
When life was more simple and things took more time
and cities weren’t filled with the homeless and crime.
If I’m seeking silence to nature I go
where the fresh air is sweet and my mind can go slow.
I bask in the quiet held in nature’s sweet breast
then go home refreshed with my spirit at rest.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

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