haiku #111818
hide and seek
in grandfather’s truck garden
eating our fill
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt truck.
truck: NORTH AMERICAN
market-garden produce, especially vegetables.
“a truck garden”
Tag: sun
Senryu #101915
Senryu #101915
trees capture the sun
sulking it slowly simmers
scorching the hills black
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Written about this image found on a Google search.
Haiku #32818
haiku #32818
the warmth of springtime
payment for a long winter
life awakening
the big thaw come spring
good things come to those who wait
it pays to be patient
during Eastertide
I visit dead relatives
to pay my respects
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
The image is my photography animated from my bike rides on the Bay Trail in San Mateo, CA.
A trio of haiku written with Haiku Horizons for the prompt pay.
Deep
Deep
in deepest forest
defeating the darkest corners
sunlight penetrates
bringing light to the unseen
illuminating my thoughts
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
My photograph put through art filters and animated.
A tanka embracing one of my favorite things in poetry, brevity. The other is rhyme. Written for dVerse~Poets Pub.
Time To Fly
Time To Fly
The sun watches all from high in the sky
caterpillar to butterfly, miracles so small
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
Everything smells wonderful and clean
flowers and grasses grow so tall
the sun watches all from high in the sky.
In the warmth, my mood is serene
outside the sunlight touches all
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
There is magic in the color green
and music plays in nature’s call
the sun watches all from high in the sky.
The spirit renews in life’s routines
slow and steady the protocol
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
Many mysteries remain unseen
constantly changing our tiny blue ball
the sun watches all from high in the sky
when wings become dry it’s time to fly.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
This is my first Villanelle and I hope it’s written correctly. Written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. Shared with my friends at Poets United.
Nuns And Sunflowers
Nuns And Sunflowers
(My tribute to Fellini.)
A long afternoon spent
in a field of ripe sunflowers
my faded picnic blanket
a magic carpet.
The ultraviolet rays
sing my body a warm lullaby
my hands stop worrying
at the worn threads of my mind
as goldenrod heads gently nod
in blissful agreement above me
nature doing Fellini proud
(or is it just me?)
As the day settles into the heat
the visions start to fade
but before the spell is broken
I see myself surrounded
by nun’s in old habits
collecting seeds and planting sunflowers
(I am not alone.)
My last thought of course
like a hummingbird’s sweet kiss
settles on you.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written for my friends at Poets United seeking the extraordinary from the ordinary and my tribute to Fellini. Also shared for open link at dVerse~Poets Pub. Artwork animated by me.
Spare The Air
Spare The Air
It’s lunch hour in San Francisco on a foggy day. The sun tries to shed some light on the subject burning through the layers of car exhaust and jet streams from the nearby airport. The rush hour is in full force as drivers slowly move in lines like ants on the various freeways trying to free themselves of their cars. The local news station warns residents that it’s a Spare The Air Day.
Seated on a park bench near the bay munching on a sandwich the view is amazing. The yellow, orange and crimson streaks of color in the sky are beautiful. The sun is weaving in and out of the cloud layer making the afternoon light look magical. Without some pollution, the colors would never be quite like that. I am reminded of how a little smog can still be admired and enjoyed.
noon sun shimmers
a bayside Kodachrome moment
spare the air lunch hour
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Photography by +Woojin Yu follow his work on Google+.
A haibun written with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. In California, a Spare The Air Day is when the air is still and polluted to the point that making fires in fireplaces, burning garbage and other things that could add to the problem are prohibited until further notice. This is because we have very strict pollution laws. Although this picture looks like total pollution it’s mostly fog which we have a lot here. Despite my words, California has some of the best air in the US because most of our pollution goes down to the central valley.
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