Thursday, February 17, 2011

Isolation

This poem is in response to another one of Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday prompts: Isolation. On thinking about the subject I realized that the times I feel the most isolated are sometimes when there are the most people around me...

Running

Wake up running
Here I go
Can't get it done
If I move too slow

Gotta hurry
I'm out the door
Running around
So I can do more

Work all day
I cook and clean
Running errands
When I can in between

Night-time comes
I'm tired and beat
But no one is running
To take care of me.


Caren E. Salas

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Hope




Swirls of color paint the delicate skin
of a tiny orb dancing on a breeze.
Fragile as the kiss of air that brought it
To life, its fate is determined before
Its release; abandoning all tethers
For that one glorious moment of flight.


Caren E. Salas