Tuesday, September 1

The Red Robe

The Red Robe

The ornamental robe was warm for the season,
a heavier silk 
it hung on my shoulders 
like an old friend's embrace.

Blood red color against the white peonies
days old,
petals carpeting the floor.
The ceremonial dancers scattering them.

© Rebekka Sanchez 2015

Magpie Tales 283

Thursday, August 27

Simple

Simple

A simple truth, a simple plan, a simple life
for a simpleton.

© Rebekka Sanchez 2015

Wednesday, August 26

Slaves Of Tiny Screens

Slaves Of Tiny Screens

Walking down the busy street
or running errands, the routine
everybody's eyes are down
searching little backlit screens.

When I am on the freeway
I can tell by how you drive
that you aren't looking at the road
I'm shocked that I survived!

They look like you and me
with faces that familiar seem
they're everywhere we go
these slaves of tiny screens.

Going out to meet my friends
it's getting hard to intervene
we have so much to catch up on
yet all the talk's about the stream.

They look like me and you
the consequences unforeseen
when we don't interact
except with tiny backlit screens.

It makes me want to scream!

© Rebekka Sanchez 2015

I animated my cell phones and tablets live wallpapers just because I could. The above is my old cell phone.

Saturday, August 22

Amid

 Amid

I went and touched and did
I smelled and bled and lived
a life fulfilled amid
and now undone-undid.

© Rebekka Sanchez 2015