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




photo: nationalgeographic.com

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 was...no.


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




This one is dedicated to Bill, my fellow adventurer and encourager of daredevilness.

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.

Well...much.


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 this...gift.

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 


For more information on Multiple Sclerosis, check out https://www.nationalmssociety.org/What-is-MS



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 then...free 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





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Thursday, November 9, 2017

I CAN DANCE IF I WANT TO (#9 ____if____)


I don't care
If someone's watching
I can dance
If I want
I will dance while I'm able
Til the sun comes up.


Caren E. Salas





Photo: Bachelder Photography

CAMERAS (#8 "a thing")

Remember when we had cameras?
I know, I'm showing my age
But the kind with film and flash bulbs
Before cell phones became the rage.

We would take the pictures carefully
If we were lucky, perhaps we'd have some
Good enough that we'd want to share
In a frame or a great big album.

But one day we all went digital
You could see the shots right then, how neat!
Keep all the ones that turned out well
And the others, hey, just delete!

And now there's external hard drives to store them!
Thousands of pictures can fit
Until somehow your drive gets corrupted
And as you're watching it crash, you cry...poop!

So call me old if you want to
But I'm printing up all of the best
So my grandchildren's photos might be safer
And not lost like a lot of the rest.


Caren E. Salas