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

Piles Of Smiles

 

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© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

This is my first animated poem I did picking a short poem of mine. I have done others and plan on doing more when I get a better animation program. This was my idea as I haven’t seen any other animated poems, probably because they would have to be shared in an e-book or like this.

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.

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.

Loss

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Loss

Stark raving emptiness streams
into the screaming void
I used to recognize,

as me.

My heart’s locked up tight
while loss floods me
under a raging river of uncertainty.

I choke on mouthfuls of regret
gasping for air
while floundering in the inky darkness
my mind squirming like a toad.

Those left behind
prime a minefield of hate and lies
each one taking another limb
my memories are bleeding out.

I can find no closure
leaving me,

lost.

This is about the loss of a parent and what can happen with the siblings/others left behind and how it affects them. The artwork is mine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.

Faith

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Faith

It took me some time
just most of my life
I found inner faith
but only through strife.

Not faith in the church
or political convictions
not faith in fellow man
they had serious restrictions.

When nothing else worked
I found faith in myself
worked hard to achieve it
what personal wealth!

Each day I renew
attached with no strings
just faith in myself-
the peace that it brings.

(c) Rebecca Sanchez 2017

What can we have faith in these days when all else fails and the world goes crazy? Ourselves, every single day.

Written with Poets United.

Night Trains

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Night Trains

No matter where I fall asleep
it’s always the same
I lie there listening to the night trains.

The whistles echoing through the night
enjoying the sounds instead of the sight
clickety clack
goes the track
in dreamland forgone
I ride till the dawn.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

This is so true! I have a great fondness for sounds like this at night to help me sleep and listen to 3 hours of sounds that sooth me when I go to bed at night. It seems one can hear trains at night just about anywhere.

This is a 44 word Quadrille written with dVerse~Poets Pub and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.