Thursday, March 31, 2011

Door Bell

Rararararararf rarf!!
*Ding dong* the door bell rings late.
My four legged alarm beats
The bell by a nose. He smells
Stangers, and can hear foot falls
Tap-tap-ing up the front steps.

Caren E. Salas

Whiskey, my fierce watch dog.

Thank you once again to Robert Lee Brewer for the prompt: "sound".

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Across the room I felt it:
The stare of one who could no
Longer see, empty sockets,
a weathered face, discolored
and blistered by time. No name
labeled his likeness, simply

"Bust of a Man" but I knew
Him, somehow, some way. His stare
Drew me back like a magnet:;
Hearing the echoes of past
Wisdom and lost love as though
The memories were my own.

Caren E. Salas

(an ekphrastic poem inspired by "Bust of a Man"
found at the Getty Villa in Malibu, CA)

Friday, March 25, 2011

Spring's Delay

Spring's Delay

The sky is grey
     there's an icy breeze
and it seems
    to go right through my head.

It's spring they say
    but that's not how it feels
because to me
    I'm here alone instead.

The winter's frost
    is slow to go away
 and I'm afraid
    it's moved into my heart.

The spring has lost
    this battle for today
and so it keeps
    the sun and me apart.

The sky is grey
    and I wait for clouds to pass
 but still I know
    I'll make it through the cold.    

In Spring's delay
 the very blades of grass
 grow seeds of hope
to come and rest within my soul. 

Caren E. Salas 

Friday, March 18, 2011

Train of Thought

Gold earrings
Denim jeans
New mascara
Grab the keys
Grab a burger
Maybe a shake
Shake? Shaking
The earth quakes
Cracks, breaking...

Home-made cookies
Sunny days
Swimming pools
A morning drive
Day at the beach
The rising tide
Keeps rising
Destroying lives...

Beautiful day
No clouds in the sky
Go outside
Kids playing
Toy trucks
Toy trains
Missing train
Missing people
People lost

Clean the house
Wiping counters
Washing, drying
Dishes, dusting
Sweeping, vacume
Making dinner
Cooking, burning
Burning buildings
Explosions raging

Another morning
Cup of coffee
Driving school kids
Years passing
Passing? Failing?
Failing system
Smoking leaking

Waiting watching
Facebook stalking
Family posting
Checking hopeful
News conflicting
What's the truth now?
So many questions
One that matters
Are you still okay?
Can't stop...thinking.

Caren E. Salas

Sometimes you just can't stop your train of thought. My brother and his family are in Japan. Please pray for them and all those who have lost lives and loved ones, and are still struggling to survive.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

My peace

When my world is filled with the clouds of doubt
And inadequacy; when I'm feeling
Like I can't face one more problem without
Crashing like an airplane out of control;
When I've reached the lowest and most desperate
Moments; I know that somewhere you are there,
Thinking of me, and believing in me,
Willing me to make it through the darkness.
You help me smile in the midst of the storm.
You are my peace. You are my happy place.

Caren E. Salas

Friday, March 4, 2011

Better off Asleep

Well, Robert Lee Brewer has provided some inspiration once again. The prompt this week is "Better off ____" (fill in the blank). When I originally read it I was especially tired and thought "I'm better off back in bed." Then my train of thoughts went on to the land of fairy tales and derailed with Sleeping Beauty. What if, when she awoke, she didn't live happily ever after? Maybe she would have been....

Better Off Asleep

For a hundred years the princess slept
In fantasy and bliss,
Until the day that fate would bring
A prince's true love kiss.

Finally the day arrived
She woke in his embrace,
And leapt into his waiting arms
A smile upon her face.

They rode away together then
To his castle far away,
They swore their love in marriage vows
Forever, that same day.

But as years passed the story changed
The prince grew old and fat,
The princess had a couple of kids
Who turned out to be brats.

She cleaned the castle day and night;
She woke each day with dread,
And often thought amidst it all
"I should have stayed in bed."

The moral of this story friends,
Is look before you leap.
The kiss that woke you just might mean
You're better off asleep.
Caren E. Salas