The Door

The Door

It was only a door
so why did I feel
such foreboding?
Surely I’ve approached
one hundred doors like it
in my lifetime.
The knocker looked heavy
and lions guarded it
with somber faces.
The door looked at me
the mail slot
a tense mouth.
A camera eyed me
blankly remote.
Was someone
already watching?

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

Written with my friends at The Sunday Muse #100 for the photo prompt. I usually think of what the picture is and how it makes me feel. In this case, I was thinking about how the door perceived me without human contact.

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my package delivered
box of 20 masks
made in China

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

What a conundrum!

Senryu #242020

The news is filled with stories about disappearing species. As species die and people crowd to see the last ones, we end up wiping out the rest of them and their habitats along with other species who happen to be in the way.  How can we be so arrogant to not consider this or anything else we do as a race to this planet? We are the creatures with the most developed brains but what do we do? We want what we want and to hell with whatever gets in our way.

big brains
bigger footprints
biggest ego

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

A person photographing the stars also shows the movement of fireflies on a summer night. From Giphy.

I wrote this after reading about Fireflies and their habitats disappearing due to light pollution and encroachment.

When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

When Honesty Honestly Doesn’t Pay

What if a small lie…

Could help the truth slide by
help someone who’s gone astray
sometimes it’s just the best way.

What if the small lie…

Would help someone feel better
make the world a nicer place
save another person’s face.

Honesty is the key
it’s plain to see
it’s a great policy;
to some degree.

What if the truth hurts…

Just remember to keep it small
it can get you through another day
when honesty honestly doesn’t pay.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2020

Written with Poets And Storytellers United for an open prompt (originally Poets United.)

River Revival

River Revival

Rest your troubles by the water
when your whole world goes astray
just enjoy the trip down river
as your troubles wash away.

Dragonflies dance on the surface
as the fish bob up to feed
watch the ripples moving outward
and forget about your needs.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Artist unknown.

Trying to join in writing and sharing poetry again with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub for open link day. Took some time off and trying to get back into it with a share from the past.

Me And Me

Me And Me

With everyone I disagreed
I never helped a friend in need
I always had to have my way
I always had the final say.

Just me, and me, and me alone
with everyone, I’ve been disowned
and now the time has come to see
I really turned my back on me.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Published here for the first time in 2018. My artwork put through filters and animated.

The Understanding

The Understanding

I know you…
that form
your many moods
how you make me feel.

I know you…
your sense of humor
your timing
your rhyme and reason.

I know you…
because our understanding
runs deep
poetry lives in me.

Poetry lives in us.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

Written for the prompt of poems with my friends at Poets United. The image is from the Pink Floyd album Tree Of Half Life by Storm Thorgerson.