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.

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

WHAT DAY IS IT? (#7 Days of the Week/Weak)

Sunday: Day of rest
Monday: Already tired
Tuesday: I just can't...
Wednesday: Is it Friday?
Thursday: Will it end?
Friday: Oh thank Goodness!
Saturday: Time for fun!

Caren E. Salas

ENOUGH LOVE (#6 a praise poem)

My parents have been married 
For sixty-four years and if
That's not enough, they had eight 
Children who all got married
And had children who had more great grand-children.

And no matter if you are
An in-law or an out-law,
One of their own, or a friend
They'll greet you with open arms
Because there's always enough
Love and hugs to go around. 

Caren E. Salas

Just a few of us

FIGHT (#5 a Self Destruct poem)

Who needs enemies?
My body attacks itself
Every day's a fight.

Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Whosoever finds my mind
If you perhaps could be so kind
As to let me know?

For while it's clear that it's not near
I realize my greatest fear
It'd be the first to go.

If all my parts are a la carte
My stomach, liver, lungs and heart
My mind should be the glue

So keep an eye open, wave and shout
If you should see my mind about
Please let me know, could you?

Caren E. Salas


LABELED (#3 a Triangle poem)

Triangles! Yellow, pink or blue
So pretty until they label you
As a recusant, a gay or Jew.

And though you try to run and hide
You won't find many on your side
They'll turn their backs, and say "I tried".

But what if those who turned away
Have triangles of their own someday.
I wonder then, what they'll have to say.

Caren E. Salas

photo: (United States Holocaust Memorial Museum)

SMILE (#2 Disguise)

I put on a smile
And say everything is fine
Because explaining
Isn't worth the energy
When it won't be understood.

Caren E. Salas

RINGS (#1: "A New Day")

White dress
Black suit
New shoes
Words spoken
Vows made
Music, cake

Rings exchanged,
And love...

Lots of love.

Caren E. Salas

Robert Lee Brewer's first prompt was "A New Day". I thought it fitting to write a poem for my son and his new wife who just got married. It was a beautiful day: a new day for them.

Photo: care of Bachelder Photography.  Used with permission.

I Have Returned...

Sorry about the long absence, but these last couple years have been a roller coaster. There has been good and not so good, stress and excitement. I was recently fortunate enough to see the musical
"Hamilton" and the lyrics of one of the songs ("Non Stop") says "Why do you write like you're running out of time?" (Thank you Lin-Manuel Miranda). This is a feeling I've had for a while: like I'm running out of time. Not that I have a terminal disease of anything, but because between my MS and a increasingly worsening case of arthritis in my hands, it is getting difficult to write and type. Oh, I know there are dictation apps I could use, but considering the MS affects my speech, that will be difficult too. However, as long as my brain is still functioning, I will find a way to create.  I normally  don't like talking about my health, but sometimes I feel like you will be able to understand why I write some of the things I write.  Maybe some of you will be able to relate. 

So here I go. Robert Lee Brewer is having his November Poem-a-Day Challenge. His daily prompts push me to keep writing and fight the block.

A special thanks to my husband Bill (a lot of his photos are ones used for this blog) for pushing me to be daring while I still can. Last May he convinced me to go skydiving (tandem of course, lol) among other craziness. I appreciate encouragement whenever or wherever I can find it. I'm hoping you all will follow my poetry journey for the next month and comment when you can. Thanks for reading this.