Good Night Moon

 
  

The moon is trying to blow me a kiss

But the midnight fog jealously blind-folds

The earth, still he peeks through and winks at me

And I smile at the secret we're sharing.

Good night moon; good night lover. Fill the night

With golden slumbers, and peaceful dreams.

The ocean tides ebb and flow in response

To you, like deep breathing in a restful sleep.

Good night moon; good night lover. Let me go.

I hate to leave you, but we'll meet again.

 

Caren E. Salas

Death by Solitaire

It started innocently enough. One

Suit Spider Solitaire downloaded on

My little "Kindle Fire". I was thinking

It would help me pass the time while waiting

For my doctor appointments and other

Otherwise wasted moments in my life.

But Spider Solitaire, like a spider,

Crept into the dark of my sub-conscious

Urging me to play morning, noon and night

And effectively dying to all else.

 

Its web glistened, tempting me with the hope

Of beating the machine. It could be done!

I won...but then I'd lose, and lose again.

I did it once, I can do it once more!

I'd say to myself as it knit new webs.

Little did I know it was wrapping me

In its threads, but so focused on the game

I didn't notice, and now I'm afraid

It's too late for me. The Spider has sucked

Those last few brain cells I had left inside.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

 

 

*Game and logo by MobilityWare

You Can Take it With You

The summer sun has disappeared behind

The mountains, but has forgotten something

Important. It packed up its color, light,

Photosynthesizing powers, except

One thing (granted, it seems to possess quite

An over-abundance these days). It left

Without taking a large measure of heat.

We need some, of course, but seriously?

Sun! Feel free to take a few more degrees

Along with you when you go tomorrow.

 

 

Caren E. Salas



Photo: William Salas

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

Studied...

Studied...

How many parts of me have been studied, 

X-rayed, put under a microscope? Brain,

Spinal fluid, blood, urine, bones, lungs, skin,

Tendons, cartilage, eyes, ears, teeth, hormones

Top to bottom, hands and feet, front to back

Even my thoughts and feelings analyzed,

Countless hours waiting, testing, waiting 

Again, for results that may or may not

Result in answers. We're ruling it out,

They say, but I say, they don't have a clue.

Caren E. Salas

Day 21 of April PAD prompt: "under a microscope".
photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microscope