Lost. Damaged. Stolen.

As I sat in the laundramat doing my 62 loads of laundry (barely a weeks' worth) I saw a sign that said

"Not responsible for lost, damaged or stolen articles." It got me thinking....

My heart had lost all hope

Of finding love like this,

Wandering sad and aimless

In search of that one kiss.

The kiss that might make sense
And make the wait worthwhile.
The kiss to help my heart
Remember how to smile.


My heart'd long been damaged
And had built up a wall,
A fortress against love
With no feeling left at all.

Locked up tight in silence
Afraid to hurt again
Not wanting to play games
With no chance it will win.


But then my heart was stolen
By a very tender thief,
Swept away and given love
Beyond all past belief.

Stolen to a heaven
Where home and safety live
To once more beat with love
And learn again to give.



Caren E. Salas

Missing You

(I originally wrote the first version of this poem in February of 1990, but I recently found it and just wanted to post it here.)


I can imagine
    Though you're not here,
The sound of your voice
    Soft in my ear,
The look in your eyes
    And your gentle touch
The way that I feel...
     How I miss you so much."



Caren E. Salas

Crazytown

I've been going a bit crazy of late, because I have very little access to the internet.  We are having work done on our house. My bedroom had to be emptied and that's where my computer was. Now it's in a box. We also had to disconnect our DirecTV - tevo so my episode of LOST did not get recorded :( .  Ah well.  In exchange for all the inconveniences now, I'll be getting a bigger closet, a dishwasher (not in the bedroom of course) and other improvements. I try to keep these things in mind while I'm eating fast food for the umpteenth time, sitting in the laudramat for hours, or trying to convince the kids that all four of them in one room is not so bad.  Needless to say, while the roll I was on with my April Poem a Day challenge is still kind of there, meaning I'm still writing, but has come to a screeching halt when it comes to posting here. I will eventually catch up...Thanks for being patient!   Caren