Whatever, Let's Do It!

Whatever floats your boat
Whatever brings a smile
Whatever makes your heart beat
Let's do that for a while.

Whatever turns you on
Whatever rings your bell
Whatever gets you dancing
Let's do it, what the...heck!


Caren E. Salas

Never Enough

Never enough time
For too many dreams
No more happy endings
Or magical beans.

The yellow brick road
Is in disrepair
The rainbows are missing
The gold is not there.

Never enough time
For wishes unheard
No hope in tomorrow
It all seems absurd.

Happy ever after
Like so many tales
Just fades into twilight
Til the moon slowly pales.



Caren E. Salas

Cup of Joe

One
Last
Single
Cup of Joe.
I face the morning
Hoping today will be better.


Caren E. Salas

Home by the Sea

                                                      

Opened my eyes, opened the door,

Breathed in the air, there by the shore,

Sand at my feet, sand on the floor,

Can't ask for more, can't ask for more.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

Face the One

You may have noticed lately I've been trying new forms. So this form is called a Blitz. It's sort of different but it was fun to do...(I hope I did it right)

Face the One

Wash my hair
Wash my face
Face the future
Face the west
West is best
Westward bound
Bound by love
Bound to fail
Fail to perform
Fail to show
Show me yours
Show and tell
Tell me a secret
Tell me your dreams
Dreams are forever
Dreams do come true
True love
True or false
False teeth
False witness
Witness protection
Witness the strength
Strength of heart
Strength in numbers
Numbers to ten
Numbers to count
Count me in
Count the stars
Stars in the sky
Stars in your eyes
Eyes watching over
Eyes in my head
Head over heels
Head on over
Over the rainbow
Over the moon
Moon in the distance
Moon shine
Shine on me
Shine like the sun
Sun rising
Sun set
Set yourself down
Set the table
Table for two
Table for one
One shining star
One little wish
Wish
Star

Caren E. Salas

Waitress

Salt, pepper
Ketchup and napkins
She fills them
Sitting there
In the corner booth alone
After a long day.


Caren E. Salas




Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday prompt was:  "service".  I decided to try a shadorma.

Diagnosis

I stared at the desk,  a tray
With ball point pens, prescription
Pad, lab results, paperclips,
Large hands occasionally
Gesturing, while he explained
What I could not comprehend.

Ugly rust-orange carpet
Seemed to fall out from under
My feet. Having spent more time
In ballet shoes than sneakers
They now screamed in agony
As I felt my future die.

I let the conversation
Tune out, but random words slipped
Through my unwilling conscious,
Words like "paralysis" and
"Chronic" and "medications"
And then two more words: "no cure."

I stared at the desk, the tray
With ball point pens, paperclips
Lab results and scribbled notes,
Notes I didn't want to read,
Or know, while dirty beige blinds
Blocked my view,  and my escape.


Caren E. Salas

As I was saying...

Robert Brewer's prompt for the day. This is me...


As I was Saying...


Before I was so rudely interrupted,
And carelessly knocked to the floor,
I was about to say something important,
So don't you dare run out the door.

Before I spilled all of my coffee,
And hopelessly ruined my dress,
I was about to say something crucial,
But now I'm just a big mess.

So as I was saying....

                                      Dang, I forgot.


Caren E. Salas

...SALTY...

...Salty...

The sweat on my skin

The tears on my face

The taste in my mouth

As I walked down the beach

Thinking of you.

The sea rolling in

The foam on the shore

My toes in the sand

As I heard the waves crash

Thinking of you

The things that we said

The promises made

The dreams that we planned

As I watched the sun set

Thinking of you

Caren E. Salas

Waiting...

I stare at the floor:

The doctors' office berber,

In typical blues and greys

With a pattern that downplays

       the stains...

I hear a child scream:

Immunization horror.

Wish I was immune to the sound

Of a fear that echoes

        my own...

I glance at the door:

The sterile white coat domain.

The clock ticks slowly and laughs.

And they call my name

      at last...

Caren E. Salas