A Writer’s Life

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A Writer’s Life

A writer’s life for me
there’s nothing I’d rather be
playing with words is fun
reading out loud when I’m done
bringing my muse out to play
and writing this poem today.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

The Harvest

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The Harvest

A lone figure was watching the scene unfold
as a young deer crossed the busy highway
it was a beautiful morning.

The truck swerved and disintegrated
sending shrapnel everywhere
sparks flew from scraping metal
the driver was killed instantly.

His truck slammed into a woman’s car
she barely saw it happen-too fast to react
her windshield breaking glass flying
it was the last thing she saw as she died.

Sticky warm blood leaks, drips, and pools
the smell of gasoline was strong
cooling metal making ticking sounds
dead muscles twitching.

The car was unrecognizable
tangled with the truck
the deer mutilated and decapitated
airbags were deployed but did no good
it seemed like forever sirens in the distance
the ambulance was first but the corner was called
firemen and police were busy trying to pick up the pieces.

Death was chuckling as he watched the spirits rise from the wreck
he swings his sickle wide
gathering up the dead his job done.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written for Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads giving an example of incongruity.

Different As Night And Day

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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.

Plastic

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I’m artificial and insincere
don’t know how long
I’ve been standing here
flexible yet oh so fake
of food or water, I don’t partake
no attention comes my way
I’m in the dark yet on display
with plastic stem and pseudo leaves
I never question or disbelieve
in my corner where I stay
a bogus plant by night or day.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Overview Imagined

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Overview Imagined

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.

source: Google

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.

source: Google

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.

Who?

 

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Who?

Under the ship-of-night (moon)
a lone head-twister (owl)
was watching a figure
sitting near a bane-of-wood. (fire)
The rune-caller (wizard)
sat deep in thought
he had lost his mind’s-worth (honor)
the proclamation was swift
banishing him to his death
in this weather-of-wolves. (harsh winter)
He had no options left
reaching into his bag
he brought forth the dragon’s-bile (poison)
put it to his lips and drained it.
A draught-of-giants (sudden realization)
came upon him
one more spell was cast
his uncut-thread (destiny to be fulfilled)
was not finished here.
Under the ship-of-night (moon)
the lone head-twister (owl)
flew off into the night
seeing with someone else’s eyes.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Collecting

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Collecting

Coming into this world
someone inked my feet
placed them on a birth certificate
proof, of my identity.

When I was just a baby
I was put on my first pony
I cried when it was over
I had my first love affair.

Blank, like the paper in front of me
I was given a rainbow in a box
I crayoned my world with colors
no one could stop me.

Playing outside in the alley
I searched through the gravel
finding a glittering diamond
delighted, I pocketed it.

Starting school I learned to read
the Adventures Of Dick And Jane
outgrowing toys I picked up books
I started to write my own stories.

I fell in love with a wonderful man
we got married under an azure sky
after 20 long years we parted ways
the sorrow of that never left me.

I found a silver thimble when my father died
a professional wrestler, he embroidered
matadors, bulls and flowers on satin
it was too big for my finger.

One by one these memories I hoard
a collection of recollections of times reflected
a life spent experiencing every milestone
continuing until death will come to collect me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and dVerse~Poets Pub.