#292020
strong winds blow
tattered tarp waving-
I give up
© Rebecca Sanchez 2020
My photographs (frames) of trees blowing in the wind animated.
We’re having record winds today in the Bay Area and it tore two holes in the sun worn tarp outside on the patio. No bike riding today!
Seed By Seed
Pushing through the rocky soil
instinctively knowing which way to go
a single seed in an age-old plan
stirs inside and starts to grow.
Each containing a miracle
knowledge inside, ready to guide
seasons come and seasons go
sowing seeds both far and wide.
Once we’re born our journeys began
putting our roots down as we need
we grow profusely in our gardens-
all of this from a single seed.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2019
Image source: Google Image Search
This poem sure did go around with me but I finally finished it. Please excuse my cosmic use of seed and stuff. Lol! Written with my friends from Poets United for the prompt, Gardens.
My back is out so I can’t ride my bike right now. (Sad emoji here.) I realize I haven’t written in some time but I’ve been in touch with most of you on Facebook and such. Just dipping my toes back in the water. I enjoyed this prompt for the beginning of summer. Be around to read of course! Happy Summer! (I’m definitely a person who uses too many “!”)
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.
Enigmatic Me
Forever is a long time
tomorrow never comes
yesterday is so far away
I waste my time
and that’s a crime.
Destiny goes unfulfilled
the shape of things to come
the lottery is never won
fate knows the score
forevermore.
My lifeline tells me nota
my fortune can’t be rushed
good things take time
to ascertain
so an enigma I’ll remain.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
nota=slang for nothing
My life remains a puzzle slowly coming together with pieces bent and missing that may be lost for good. How would I know?
Sharing a poem of choice with my friends at Poets United.
I Scream
Darkness led me into sin
cause I invited Darkness in
my loneliness drove me astray
and I had thought it child’s play.
Wrapped inside his macabre wings
I heard the Darkness whispering,
”You’ll never be away from me,
with me for all eternity.”
The Darkness knew me like a glove
replacing hate where once was love
chuckling as it emptied me
drinking deep with empathy.
If I had lived the way I should
if I had stronger will I could
but Darkness won and reigns supreme
and I? I scream a mouthless scream!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
Artwork from a Google search.
Written for the prompt scream with my friends at Poets United.
The End Is (Near) Here
Discovering new medicines
prolonging life and more
it wasn’t enough to save us
not many could afford.
Grocery shelves were empty
nuclear reactors failed
the planet overcrowded
the toxic air inhaled.
The dumping and the oil spills
went on with no relief
it all went in the water
to percolate beneath.
”The end is near,” the soothsayer wrote
his words died where he lay
no one was left to notice
the end was here today.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I couldn’t help but write a second poem for this prompt I had so many thoughts about it. Money isn’t the only evil, we are an imperfect people with more of us born on this earth every day. I believe there will be a day of reckoning and hope it goes better than this. Written for the prompt money with my friends at Poets United.
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.
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