Showing posts with label #writingismytherapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #writingismytherapy. Show all posts

Friday, April 24, 2020

AprPAD Day #17 Prompt: Exotic



ANCIENT STREETS                                      


As I walked the ancient streets
A strange combination of
Auto exhaust and spices
Filled the air, Distant music
Danced through my mind and voices
Whispered unfamiliar sounds.

The sky was growing darker
As I reached the upward path
And lush green grass hid crickets:
My welcoming committee;
But as I reached the entrance
The gate was shut and locked up.

Hundreds of miles I'd traveled
For rocks and stones translated
Thousands of years in the past;
Still I was happy to be
Where goddesses had wandered
As I walked the ancient streets.


Caren E. Salas



Sunday, April 12, 2020

AprPAD Day 10 "The____who____"



THE ONES WHOM I LIVE FOR

I miss those little faces smiling
The eyes that looked at me
Laughter that always fills my soul
Small angels living free
It seems the day will never come
When I again will feel
The warm embrace of tiny arms
That I so much want for real
They're the ones who keep the flames
Inside my heart each day
And why I'll keep on waiting
And in my home I'll stay.


Caren E. Salas


AprPAD Day 8 The Future





TOMORROW

I've never felt so 
Confused about the future
But these days I wake
And I have no idea
What tomorrow will bring me.



Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

COMPANY (Day #19 an "abundance" poem)

I have an abundance of company
My children and their children and their friends
My friends, my husband's friends and our neighbors
Our neighbors' children who are our kids' friends
Our parents, brothers and sisters, and then
Of course, their spouses and children and friends
And the nurse who visits me now and then
Just to make sure I'm not swimming in stress
Which would be detrimental to my health
I tell her all I need is time alone.


Caren E. Salas



NOTE: I am not at all complaining about my abundance of loved ones. It's just that once in a while I could really use a little "me time", lol



WHAT I MEANT TO SAY (Day # 17 - same)

I know what I said
I said I'd think about it
I needed some time
I don't know why I said that
What I meant to say was...no.


Caren E. Salas

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

WHOSOEVER FINDS MY MIND (#4 Whosoever --)

Whosoever finds my mind
If you perhaps could be so kind
As to let me know?

For while it's clear that it's not near
I realize my greatest fear
It'd be the first to go.

If all my parts are a la carte
My stomach, liver, lungs and heart
My mind should be the glue

So keep an eye open, wave and shout
If you should see my mind about
Please let me know, could you?





Caren E. Salas


photo: conferencesthatwork.com

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

FIZZZZZZZZZZZZ....

I know a little bit about making plans
And then seeing them dissolve
Like Alka Seltzer in a glass of water
Plop. plop.
Fizzzzzzzzz
Watching the mental masterpiece,
The glorious dream that you've spent your life creating,
Suddenly covered in graffiti, and tossed aside.
Overwhelming feelings of shock, anger, frustration, sadness
But mostly fear well up like an out of control tsunami.
Breathe.
You can try and clean up the mess
You can look at it as a challenge and turn the graffiti into flowers
Or
Fizzzzzzzzzz
You paint the whole damn thing with white, and start over.
Be careful not to dip your paintbrush in the Alka Seltzer.
You're going to need it.
Gulp.
There you go.
Remember, I've been there.
I'm here now.
(and not just me)
I'm kind of...the glass.
Hold on to me.



Caren E. Salas





Photo: www.everydayhealth.com


Sunday, July 24, 2016

THE WORLD SPINS ON....

The world spins on
     People love and laugh
Oblivious to the pain we feel
I try and make it make some sense
But still, it doesn't seem quite real.

And the world spins on
     People rush around
Busy with their lives, and yet
Forgetting the things that really count
That someday they might just regret.

And the world spins on
     People trample dreams
Discouraged with the life they lead
Wanting more, but doing less
They break a heart to see it bleed.

And the world spins on...


Caren E. Salas



Photo by Bill Salas