Fragile
Just when I thought it was safe
To hope that life could be sane
And normal, something happens
To bring it all crashing down;
Something to make me realize
How fragile life really is.
Caren E. Salas
Friday, November 19, 2010
Day 14: A Crossroads Poem
This prompt was a hard one. I kept starting over and it just didn't seem to work. I decided to try a shadorma just for fun and it...worked I think.
Turn Around
Don't listen
To what doctors say
When they say
There's no hope.
Turn around, and tell yourself
"I believe in Life."
Caren E. Salas
Turn Around
Don't listen
To what doctors say
When they say
There's no hope.
Turn around, and tell yourself
"I believe in Life."
Caren E. Salas
Monday, November 15, 2010
Day 13: A Question and Answer
Why do I write?
It's my therapy, my dire need;
The expression of my soul.
It's the thing that makes me happy;
The dream that makes me whole.
It's the comfort for my heartache;
The vessel for my tears.
It's the venue for my love songs;
The closet for my fears.
It's my yesterday, forever,
Tomorrow and today.
It's the words I hold inside of me;
The things I may not say.
So why am I a writer,
Of poems, stories, songs?
...Because when I am lost in words,
I know that's where I belong.
Caren E. Salas
It's my therapy, my dire need;
The expression of my soul.
It's the thing that makes me happy;
The dream that makes me whole.
It's the comfort for my heartache;
The vessel for my tears.
It's the venue for my love songs;
The closet for my fears.
It's my yesterday, forever,
Tomorrow and today.
It's the words I hold inside of me;
The things I may not say.
So why am I a writer,
Of poems, stories, songs?
...Because when I am lost in words,
I know that's where I belong.
Caren E. Salas
Day 12: Forget What They Say...
Find Your Way
Forget what they say
and never mind what they do.
Close your eyes and follow your heart.
If you believe in yourself
and have faith in your dreams.
You'll find your way to the stars.
Caren E. Salas
Photo by William Salas
Day 11: No One Wants...
That Kid
No one wants to be that kid picked last for every sport;
That kid with all the acne, or braces on his teeth.
No one wants to be that kid that other kids make fun of
With greasy hair or glasses, the one who's always teased.
No one wants to be that kid whose looks are odd or different;
The smart kid some are jealous of, or the one who can't keep up.
No one wants to be that kid, who's shy or has a stutter,
With skinny legs or freckles, who laughs too loud or much.
No one wants to be that kid whose clothes aren't new or trendy,
Who's not invited to the parties, who's overweight or small.
No one wants to be that kid even though inside we know
There's a version of that kid, still living in us all.
Caren E. Salas
No one wants to be that kid picked last for every sport;
That kid with all the acne, or braces on his teeth.
No one wants to be that kid that other kids make fun of
With greasy hair or glasses, the one who's always teased.
No one wants to be that kid whose looks are odd or different;
The smart kid some are jealous of, or the one who can't keep up.
No one wants to be that kid, who's shy or has a stutter,
With skinny legs or freckles, who laughs too loud or much.
No one wants to be that kid whose clothes aren't new or trendy,
Who's not invited to the parties, who's overweight or small.
No one wants to be that kid even though inside we know
There's a version of that kid, still living in us all.
Caren E. Salas
Day 9: Slow Down, or Can't
Can't Slow Down
I can't slow down.
There's not much time;
Too much to do
Before I can't.
So many dreams
I've given up;
A second more
Would be too much.
So don't ask me
To take a break
Take it easy
Take my sweet time.
One thing I know:
Tomorrow holds
No guarantee.
I can't slow down.
Caren E. Salas
I can't slow down.
There's not much time;
Too much to do
Before I can't.
So many dreams
I've given up;
A second more
Would be too much.
So don't ask me
To take a break
Take it easy
Take my sweet time.
One thing I know:
Tomorrow holds
No guarantee.
I can't slow down.
Caren E. Salas
Day 8: An Agreement
A Beautiful Friendship
When you are sick.
And hold you
If you ever get scared.
I promise to give you
A warm place to sleep,
And never make you
Wait in the rain.
I promise to let you
Play in the sunlight,
And sometimes
Take you to the beach.
In return,all I ask
Is that once in a while
You sit and be with me
If I'm lonely or sad
Warn me of strangers
Take me for walks
Stay off the couches
Do your business outside.
Most of all love me
Just love me a lot
I'll be your human
You'll be my dog
....This could be the beginning
Of a beautiful friendship.
Caren E. Salas
I promise to feed you
And give you a home;
To protect you
As well as I can.
I promise to care for youWhen you are sick.
And hold you
If you ever get scared.
I promise to give you
A warm place to sleep,
And never make you
Wait in the rain.
I promise to let you
Play in the sunlight,
And sometimes
Take you to the beach.
In return,all I ask
Is that once in a while
You sit and be with me
If I'm lonely or sad
Warn me of strangers
Take me for walks
Stay off the couches
Do your business outside.
Most of all love me
Just love me a lot
I'll be your human
You'll be my dog
....This could be the beginning
Of a beautiful friendship.
Caren E. Salas
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Day 7: Pro--
This one was easy. That is not to say I'm not "pro" on a lot of things, but first things first. Nothing is happening at all until I have my coffee.
Pro Coffee
I sit alone and half asleep
Waiting for the barrista
To call my name. I'm thinking:
God bless coffee, as I sip,
admittedly addicted
To the comfort and caffiene.
Caren E. Salas
Pro Coffee
I sit alone and half asleep
Waiting for the barrista
To call my name. I'm thinking:
God bless coffee, as I sip,
admittedly addicted
To the comfort and caffiene.
Caren E. Salas
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Day 6 Looking for...
Looking for Forever
Forever always seemed so easy:
Barefoot on the beach,
Taking pictures on the rocks,
Holding hands and splashing
In the mild northern surf.
We talked for hours;
And drove for miles,
Not knowing where we'd stop.
Never thinking for a second
We'd have no place to stay.
We walked, we laughed,
We knew our love would last;
Together, finding our forever.
Caren E. Salas
*Photo by Lauren Leslie
Day 5 Metamorphosis
Broken
Warm and living
Soft and loving
Open, trusting
Vulnerable.
Bruised and fragile
Lost and damaged
Guarded, cautious
Fragmented.
Cold and lonely
Dark and shuttered,
Empty, hopeless
Extinguished.
Caren E. Salas
Warm and living
Soft and loving
Open, trusting
Vulnerable.
Bruised and fragile
Lost and damaged
Guarded, cautious
Fragmented.
Cold and lonely
Dark and shuttered,
Empty, hopeless
Extinguished.
Caren E. Salas
Day 4: A Containment Poem
Temporary
Plastic bottle
Child proof lid
Small white pills
Two at a timeEvery few hours
Promising me
Sometimes a lieIt's temporary
Relief from the pain
My brief escape
But don't forget
It's temporaryCan't forget
The pain returns
Every few hours
Two at a time
Small white pills
Plastic bottle
Child proof lid.
Caren E. Salas
Day 3 Location
...a little silliness.
The Black Hole
"I'm going in!" I bravely tell my four kids
"and if Im not back in an hour or two,
Please send the dog, shoot a flare, call your dad,
And be sure to organize an big rescue crew!"
And I step boldly into the dark and unknown;
I climb and I scramble, never sure if it's safe.
Hoping no creatures are intending me harm
As I reach out my hand in search of the way.
My footing's unsteady, no spot seems secure
There's a high threat of injury, possibly worse,
Yet I carry on, wondering why I deserve
This seemingly cruel and unending curse.
I call it the Black Hole, My Nightmare, My Pain
Once something's sucked in, it's never again seen
But I am determined to conquer this demon
I'm going to get that dang garage clean!!
Caren E. Salas
The Black Hole
"I'm going in!" I bravely tell my four kids
"and if Im not back in an hour or two,
Please send the dog, shoot a flare, call your dad,
And be sure to organize an big rescue crew!"
And I step boldly into the dark and unknown;
I climb and I scramble, never sure if it's safe.
Hoping no creatures are intending me harm
As I reach out my hand in search of the way.
My footing's unsteady, no spot seems secure
There's a high threat of injury, possibly worse,
Yet I carry on, wondering why I deserve
This seemingly cruel and unending curse.
I call it the Black Hole, My Nightmare, My Pain
Once something's sucked in, it's never again seen
But I am determined to conquer this demon
I'm going to get that dang garage clean!!
Caren E. Salas
Monday, November 8, 2010
Day 2 - Ready or not, or never ready
Getting Out the Door
I just can't seem to get out
The door without forgetting
my keys, my jacket, my brain,
And everything in between.
The only time I'm ready,
is for sleep when day is done.
Caren E. Salas
I just can't seem to get out
The door without forgetting
my keys, my jacket, my brain,
And everything in between.
The only time I'm ready,
is for sleep when day is done.
Caren E. Salas
November Poem-a-Day: Day 1
Well friends, once again Robert Lee Brewer is providing the means for my ultimate trip down Looney Tune Alley. Each day he suggests a prompt that we, his poor, mostly insane followers, try to transform into poetry. This being the 8th of November, I am a bit behind in posting, but I have been scribbling madly in my journal and am now playing catch-up. So here we go....the first prompt is about turning a page.
The Page is Blank
I turn the page
The page is blank
I've no idea
Which road to take.
I'm out of words
And tales to tell
My hand is cramped
It's just as well.
I look to space
And search the stars
Please grant a wish
To fly me far!
With pen in hand
I'll wait until
The empty page
Begs to be filled.
Caren E. Salas
The Page is Blank
I turn the page
The page is blank
I've no idea
Which road to take.
I'm out of words
And tales to tell
My hand is cramped
It's just as well.
I look to space
And search the stars
Please grant a wish
To fly me far!
With pen in hand
I'll wait until
The empty page
Begs to be filled.
Caren E. Salas
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