Blades

Pelicans gliding 

Like blades across the glassy

Surface of the sea

Caren E. Salas

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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COUNTING DOLLARS

My love and I walked along hand in hand

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

Counting dollars half buried in sand

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar.

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

We talked about all the years we had shared

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared.

We talked about all the years we had shared

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared

It all stood still for a moment or three.

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

As my love and I walked along hand in hand

It all stood still for a moment or three

As we counted dollars half buried in sand.

Caren E. Salas

MY OFFICE (#18 an "office" poem)

I stare out at the ocean
Waves crashing, seagulls crying
Hot sand in between my toes
Cool breezes hitting my face
I turn back to my writing:
A tough day at the office.


Caren E. Salas

My Love and I - Day 14: A Sonnet

 

 

My Love and I

My love and I need to run away for a while

To relax and remember how it feels to smile

Far away to some paradise close to the sea

On an isolated island where we don't need a key

Because not a soul will around there for days

Except seagulls and turtles and endless sun rays

We'll feast upon mangos and coconuts and fish

Stay up all night long, and wake when we wish

Swimming in an ocean that's warm and clear

We won't want to leave until maybe next year

And I'll collect sea shells while he lies in the sun

And together we'll count stars when the sunsets are done

It all sounds like heaven, and that's how it will seem

If we ever escape, and find this sweet dream.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

(okay, so I'm not Shakespeare, but I gave it a go.)
photo: William Salas

All I Need...

A bucket full of cool wet sand
Moulded, pat down well,
A feather for a flag on top
Some seaweed and some shells.

A peice or two of sea glass
For the windows will do fine,
The ocean spray and sunlight
Will make the castle shine.

A photo of the masterpiece
In case memories grow thin,
For this castle on the sand will last
Just until the tide comes in.


Caren E. Salas


This was inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday Prompt: "measured".

For Me

The ocean seems tired somehow;

Waves lapping softly on the sand

Half hearted and lethargic,

As though it hadn't the will

Or the energy to try harder.

Stepping out, the water surrounds me

Embracing me like an old friend,

Assuring me that, at least for now,

The tides will wait, patiently...for me.

Caren E. Salas 

the Sea

The sea blows kisses

As I walk along the shore

Like a lost lover.

Caren E. Salas

Mermaid

The only sound is the sound
Of my breath and strange echoes
That travel from the surface
Into my cool bluish world.
Weightless, I feel so at home
As though I were meant to swim.

Maybe in another life,
I was a mermaid under
The sea, hair flowing, long fins,
Living without gravity,
Flying through a liquid space
Where the stars are all alive.


Caren E. Salas



photo: weeklyworldnews.com

Heat

A soft ocean breeze blows across my face

A moment of comfort, mid-afternoon;

A brief reprieve from the hot sticky air

That has lasted past summer into fall.

Birds flying in formations high above

Sand and heat, high above the crashing waves

And footprints made by late season tourists

Sun-burned, sweaty, but in no rush to leave.

I watch the birds, envious of their flight

And the feeling of cool wind on their wings.

Caren E. Salas

Artwork

Sunset colors paint the sky

With hues that glow, and light up

The millions of waves dancing

On a darkening ocean.

Sunflower gold, to poppy

Orange, fuchsia, and purples...

God's brushstrokes command the clouds

So far beyond any dream

In my imagination;

More than any words I write

Or artwork once created.

It is a glimpse of heaven.

Caren E. Salas

photo: William Salas

Summer Love

Palm trees, sunset glow

Sea, sand and warm summer nights

You and I dreaming

Caren E. Salas

Day 24 of April PAD : a poem about love.

You and I (Day 16 - a "moment in time" poem)

You and I


Morning fog
The cry of seagulls
Crashing waves
You and I
Walk down the beach together
And talk of nothing.



Caren E. Salas

Greetings from California (Day 2 - a Postcard Poem)

Greetings from Califiornia

Greetings from California, but please allow me to whine,

'Cause this morning the temperature was below sixty nine!

Why, only last month, I was down at the shore,

Had my toes in the sand. It was about eighty four.

The water was chilly, but the waves were sa-weet!

My friends and I went out for ice cream to eat.
I don't mean to brag. Now, don't be all glum
But when you're tired of snow, you know where to come!

XOXO

Caren

Step by Step

Step by step
Soft and wet

Footprints left behind

Surf and sand

Land and sea

Poems to unwind

Pebbles, stones

Ocean foam

Life inside a shell

Seagulls cry

Sky so blue

Stories yet to tell.

Caren E. Salas