Old Library Book

Old Library Book

Words in binding
fact reminding
maybe rhyming
perfect timing
plot defining
how-to guiding
new word finding
worlds unwinding
masterminding.

The End-I’m smiling!

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

My first experience with books was in the library at my grade school. I think I read every book they had about horses. Of course in class, it was Fun With Dick And Jane. Libraries have changed through the years but they still hold countless stories, art, poetry, history, and more. All you need is a library card and it’s yours for the taking. Don’t forget to return your book!

The artwork is Storybook by Schnette on Deviantart. Linked with Poets United.

A Writer’s Life

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

Writer’s Block

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.

The Poet’s Dilemma

The Poet’s Dilemma

Days and nights spent crafting words to perfection
fueled by cheap whiskey and non-filtered cigarettes
cut off from the very world he writes about.

His prose clever and filled with profound images
the darling of society
everyone wanted his company
designers gave him the finest garments
he lived in a stone mansion with a beautiful wife;
but on the inside…

The poet’s soul is tinted with the blackest black
he has no words left
his muse left him with no note
empty with no more to give.

He sits in his library at his big ornate desk
the glow of the candles outlining his frown
considering the writer’s block that has silenced him
feeling lost.

He inhales, his cigarette glowing red in the dark
he opens his desk drawer to get more whiskey
his handgun next to the bottle.

He pours himself a drink
as he has done so many times before
it burns as it travels down his throat
the loss of words was killing him
destroying him!

He put the handgun to his head and pulled the trigger.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2014

Shared with Poets United.

Daily Devotions

Daily Devotions

Sometimes unappreciated
poetry can be complicated
loyal to my inner muse
I look to write without excuse
I search for prompts so that I might
devote some time and try to write.

On the internet to play
sites with different prompts each day
not just a place to link you see
my friends are always there for me.

Poetry written line by line
something I can make all mine
need to write, what can I do?
Pen a poem and share with you.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Poets United and Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Me On Muse

Me On Muse

I can’t escape my muse
it thrives on inspiration
it gobbles forms for fun
it’s in my perspiration.

If I don’t write with peers
I settle for the latter
my muse fulfills the need
it’s all that really matters.

And when there is no reason
I can always find the rhyme
shore it up and make it clever
shine it up and call it mine.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written and shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

Nobody Can Wannabe As Much As Me

Nobody Can Wannabe As Much As Me

Nobody can wannabe as much as me
I only use words to be famous you see.
Why does everyone else have to write so well,
I’m better than them all-can’t you tell?

Nobody can wannabe as much as me
I meet bad news about other writer’s with glee
if they need my help I steer them the wrong way
when they fail I have a very happy day.

Nobody can wannabe as much as me
every day I pluck wounds from the jealousy tree
I read and I write and the talent is there
but in the end, my work sits and nobody cares.

Nobody can wannabe as much as me
I want to sell my words and charge a big fee
I want my book to stay at number one
so that I can have it all and they have none.

Nobody can wannabe as much as me
if you get in my way I rue your destiny
ignore my work but you can’t win
for I will always undertake the bigger sin.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with humor for dVerse~Poets Pub.