Monday, September 17, 2018


It seems to me this summer past
Has passed away
And way too fast.
A song, a dance, a second chance
To once belong,
A Happenstance.

The road I walked has been long
And I longed for when
I'd again be strong.
A smile, a hug and new friends too
 Now, there's nothing
I can't do.

Caren E. Salas

Monday, August 13, 2018


I swear I knew you long ago
In another life, or a different show
Or maybe it was a dream that I 
Imagined in my sleep one night
Like a song I heard from another room
That I wasn't paying attention to
The faintest light on the darkest path
In a memory I never really had
A word, a touch, a déjà vu
Our hearts had met before...I just knew.

I'm sure I knew you far away
In another world, on a different day
Or maybe it was a book I read
And I made it all up inside my head
Like a story I have yet to write
Lost on the pages of my unhinged mind
A glimmer of thought in an endless sea
A past that was always meant to be.
Faces in the crowd, a voice on the phone
An embrace so warm, it felt like home.

It feels like I've known you all along
We've played the same scenes, and sang all the songs
And maybe our souls just awaited the day
We'd finally meet and put on this play
Like the dreams we all shared when we were just children
That we hoped for, but thought, it's one in a million
With a twinkle of stars, and no wish denied
This journey became a hell of a ride.
One for the love of it, two for the show
Hold on to these memories, and never let go.

Caren E, Salas

This is dedicated to the wonderful cast and crew (and really everyone involved) of Long Beach Playhouse's "My Fair Lady" - Summer of 2018. I love you all.
Photo: Long Beach Playhouse

Saturday, December 2, 2017

TAMALE DAY (Day #22 "_____Day")

My mother-in-law and me. Miss her so much.

I'm not sure how she did it
All those tamales in one
Or two days, meat simmering
On the stove, mixing masa,
Wrapping them in the corn husks...
It was a labor of love.

Caren E. Salas

WALL (Day #21 Construstion/Deconstruction poem)

Brick by brick he built a wall
Trying to hide his heart
Never realizing love
Would break it all apart.

Caren E. Salas

SHINING IN THE DARK (Day #20 What I Learned)

Nothing is certain
There's no guarantee, that life
Is going to give you
All the things you dreamed about
No matter how hard you try.

One day you might wake
To find everything you love
All that you worked for
Dissolve into nothingness
It's then that you must decide

You can just give up
And choose to wallow and whine
Or you can go on
Because who knows what bright star
May start shining in the dark?

Caren E. Salas


Tuesday, November 28, 2017

COMPANY (Day #19 an "abundance" poem)

I have an abundance of company
My children and their children and their friends
My friends, my husband's friends and our neighbors
Our neighbors' children who are our kids' friends
Our parents, brothers and sisters, and then
Of course, their spouses and children and friends
And the nurse who visits me now and then
Just to make sure I'm not swimming in stress
Which would be detrimental to my health
I tell her all I need is time alone.

Caren E. Salas

NOTE: I am not at all complaining about my abundance of loved ones. It's just that once in a while I could really use a little "me time", lol

GOOD FOR NOTHING (Day # 18 - same)

Most people are good
Almost every thing has worth
There is a value
To sights, sounds, tastes, smells and touch
...and feelings
   Except for hate.

Caren E. Salas

WHAT I MEANT TO SAY (Day # 17 - same)

I know what I said
I said I'd think about it
I needed some time
I don't know why I said that
What I meant to say

Caren E. Salas

MY STORY (Day #16 a Message to the World)

My story isn't finished
I'm nowhere near "The End"
I've many more adventures
On that you can depend.

They may not all be wondrous
But I know they will be fun
Because when it comes to living
I've barely just begun.

Since none of us can know for sure
When our role in life is through
It's best to make the most of it
And that's what I plan to do.

Caren E. Salas

STRANGER IN THE DARKNESS (Day #15 - "Stranger _____"

Stranger in the darkness
Goosebumps on my skin
Picking up the pace now
Checking my phone again.

One more block to get there
Should know better than to roam
Out in the dark all by myself
When I could be safe at home.

I'm sure the stranger is someone
Just out and about like me
But I'm not taking chances on
Someone that I can't see.

Pull my keys out of my pocket,
Quickly open up my door
Get in and shut it, lock it tight
Not worried any more.


Caren E. Salas

Thursday, November 16, 2017

APPARENTLY (Day #14 Form or anti-form) A Triolet

Apparently we all have way too much stuff
We've collected things and now it seems we just can't let go
Until the day that we say "Enough is enough!"
Because apparently we all have way too much stuff
Deciding what to give away is tedious and tough
We justify holding on to it, but deep inside we know
That apparently we all have way too much stuff
We've collected things and now it seems we just can't let go.

Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

HAVANA (Day #13 poem about a city)

History crumbles away when it rains.
Marble stairways are cracked; streets need repair.
Yet in narrow alleys, doors are open
Friends, neighbors, strangers, dancing without care.
The salt water spray on the Malecon
Doesn't stop the trumpet player playing,
And there's always time for conversation
Over some rum, and maybe a cigar.
Beautiful city, beautiful people.
I hope I will be back again someday.

Caren E. Salas
We met a new friend, Luis, playing his trumpet on the Malecon.

He invited us to his house for dinner with his family - yes, that kind of stuff really happens.

Photos by William Salas

Monday, November 13, 2017

SUNSET (Day #12 a transformative poem)

What once was clear blue
Has exploded with color
Pink, purple, orange,
Adorning the twighlight sky
Blending, fading into night.

Caren E. Salas

Sunday, November 12, 2017

LUCKY ME (#11 an "unlucky" poem)

Apparently, I'm special,
One of ninety, out of one
Hundred thousand, lucky me.
Plus, being that I'm female,
Two or three times as likely
As a man to get

Although most cases are found
In northern states and colder 
Climates, I live in So Cal.
The age bracket is between
Twenty and forty, but me...
Diagnosed at twenty three.

There's no cure, but it can be
Slowed down a bit, with a shot
Three times a week, oh goody!
Feeling better already. 
Thank God for good insurance. 
Shots are seven thousand bucks.

Still, I'm luckier than some
I have friends and family
And a wonderful husband.
I have four beautiful kids
And if that wasn't enough
Now I'm even a grandma.

I have a lot of bad days,
I have really good ones too
And although those tend to be 
Fewer, I know that I must
Make them count, and knowing that
Makes me luckier than most.

Caren E. Salas

A really good day "Muck Fest" 2014 

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GOING DOWN (#10 a "going somewhere" poem)

Yes, that's me!
The airplane circles higher
And higher, until it's time
To step out: Ready, Set, Go!
At first tumbling, no knowing
Which way is up fall.
Straight down, no changing my mind.

Surprisingly, I felt safe
Attached to my instructor;
The world so small beneath me.
A tug, a jolt and then...peace.
Floating quietly dream-like,
Landing on the beach below.

Caren E. Salas

Photo: Skydive Vallarta (in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico) Check them out. Seriously awesome experience you'll never forget!! One of the few places IN THE WORLD were you can skydive and land on the beach. It's so beautiful, you'll forget to be scared.