Day 28: What REALLY happened..

Wasn't Me!

Wasn't me!
I didn't take them
The cookies
Just vanished
I think it was aliens
Yes, that's what happened.

Wasn't me!
I didn't do it
The milk jug
Fell over
I think our house is haunted
And a ghost spilled it.

Wasn't me!
It really wasn't!
It looks bad,
well, okay.
Pretend it didn't happen
And I'll clean it up.


Caren E. Salas
(Form: Shadorma)

Day 27: Blame the____

Apparently, I'm in "mom" mode lately.

Blame the Kids

I'm convinced that mothers lose

A portion of their brain-cells

During child birth. Therefore I,

Having had four kids, have lost

Most of my mind. So blame them,

If I seem a bit insane.

Caren E. Salas

Day 26: "on the run"

Always On the Run

I used to be able to stay up late
And party til the dawn
Left my house at ten at night
Dressed up and dancin' shoes on.

Work and school and rehersals
Always on the run
And still had time to be crazy with friends
Before the day was done.

But lately things are slowing down
And I'm in bed by ten
The days of wild parties are gone
And won't be back again.

Work and school and practices
I'm still on the run
But now I'm dropping off children
How long til I am done??


Caren E. Salas

Note: Okay, I was kidding about the parties being over, lol.

Day 25: an Animal poem

Lucas

Tiny little lion cub

You shiver in the cold;

You're meant to be in Africa

To grow up big and bold.

Instead you shake and look at me
I hold you in my arms;
I wish that I could take you home
And keep you safe from harm.

If only you would stay this size

So cuddly and so cute
And grow up vegetarian
Enjoying bread and fruit.

But alas, you will grow large
So in the zoo you stay

But I'll remember all my life

That I met you today.

Caren E. Salas

Day 24: Spaces

Where You Used to Be


An empty space
Where you used to be
A gaping hole
left in my life

An empty chair
Where you used to sit
A painful wound
Left in my heart

An empty dream
That we once believed
An anguished tear
Left in my soul.


Caren E. Salas

Day 23: A "form" poem

 Thought I'd try a "Kelly Lune"


The sky weeps with rain
Tears of pain
My heart cries with it


Caren E. Salas

Day 21: A Permission Poem (Giving or Refusing)

Just a little Fibonucci inspired by a sign I saw in New York City. It said "Don't even think about parking here."


No Parking!

Hey!
You!
Yeah you!
Don't park there!
I really mean it,
And don't even think about it!

Caren E. Salas

Day 20: What's wrong/What's right?

I told you I'd get back to Day 20 and 21, so here it goes, (I know, it's a sad excuse...)

What's Wrong?

I just can't do it
I can't make it work
I've got no ideas
I'm going bizerk

So this little poem
I'm hoping just might
Fit today's NOV-PAD challenge
"What's wrong - What's Right"

Caren E. Salas

Day 22: Take a Stand

Have you ever read something you wrote a week ago and suddenly it's just...not working for you anymore? Well, that's what happened to Day 20 and 21.  In the interest of time, I've decided to set those two aside for the moment and skip to Day 22.


Taking a Stand

I wanted to take a stand,
But the guy said I had
To buy a Christmas tree first.
I pointed out the sign:
"Free Stand!"
He pointed out:
"With Purchase".
So here I am.
I just can't take a stand.

Caren E. Salas

Day 19: A Poem with a "Hole" in it...

The Hole in the Wall

It's just a little hole in the wall place

But everyone is greeted with a smile.

The food's great even if it's not gourmet

And served on paper plates with plastic forks.

It's crowded and sometimes the service is slow,

And the black velvet paintings are tacky,

But anyone who's been there can't help but

Go back there, 'cause being there feels like home.

Caren E. Salas

Day 18: Lost and Found

Found, but Lost

Once, just an empty space
Hollow and dark
No warmth or love inside.

But then one day things changed
The seasons turned
And chased the clouds away.

My heart had found a love
A dream to believe
Someone to care about.

Yet in the very finding
Was a calm release
Finding love, I lost my heart.

To you.



Caren E. Salas

Day 17: Tell me why...

The One Who Knows

They can send a man all the way to the moon
And make robots that dance and play
So why can't they cure cancer?
Or free my friend from pain?

They have pills for almost every ailment
Most times the side effects are worse
Is that why I never feel better?
Or was I struck by some ancient curse?

They act like they have all the answers
While denying the One who does
Maybe that's why they struggle for knowledge
And why they can't help the rest of us.

And the One who does know the answers
Won't tell me until I am dead
Too bad I won't be able
To tell everyone what He said.

Caren E. Salas

Day 16 Stacking/Unstacking

Okay, I'm WAY behind in posting and I have to dig up all the torn out spiral notebook pages, journal entries, and miscellaneous coffee shop napkins to find all the poems I scribbled.  I was computer-less for about a week so I have a lot of catching up to do. So here goes..come on, I'm ONLY 2 weeks behind!
Note: After writing this I couldn't help but remember a line from "Ally McBeal" where someone said she was 2/3 of a rice krispie:  she snaps, and crackles and she's about to pop. Lets just hope I can keep all those pickle jars from falling...hehe.



Piled High

Like a house of cards towering high
Vulnerable to every slight breeze
Or sudden unexpected breath

Like champagne glasses placed one on one
In a giant pyramid:  a wedding tribute
and testimony to the frailty of love.

Like glass jars of pickles displayed
Precariously in the center of the store
Waiting for a child to choose the wrong one.

My life, stacked high with inconsistencies of health,
The unpredictablities of dreams,
And liable to topple at the merest disruption.


Caren E. Salas