ALL ALONG

I swear I knew you long ago

In another life, or a different show

Or maybe it was a dream that I 

Imagined in my sleep one night

Like a song I heard from another room

That I wasn't paying attention to

The faintest light on the darkest path

In a memory I never really had

A word, a touch, a déjà vu

Our hearts had met before...I just knew.

I'm sure I knew you far away

In another world, on a different day

Or maybe it was a book I read

And I made it all up inside my head

Like a story I have yet to write

Lost on the pages of my unhinged mind

A glimmer of thought in an endless sea

A past that was always meant to be.

Faces in the crowd, a voice on the phone

An embrace so warm, it felt like home.

It feels like I've known you all along

We've played the same scenes, and sang all the songs

And maybe our souls just awaited the day

We'd finally meet and put on this play

Like the dreams we all shared when we were just children

That we hoped for, but thought, it's one in a million

With a twinkle of stars, and no wish denied

This journey became a hell of a ride.

One for the love of it, two for the show

Hold on to these memories, and never let go.

Caren E, Salas

This is dedicated to the wonderful cast and crew (and really everyone involved) of Long Beach Playhouse's "My Fair Lady" - Summer of 2018. I love you all.

Photo: Long Beach Playhouse

GOING DOWN (#10 a "going somewhere" poem)

Yes, that's me!

The airplane circles higher
And higher, until it's time
To step out: Ready, Set, Go!
At first tumbling, no knowing
Which way is up then...free fall.
Straight down, no changing my mind.

Surprisingly, I felt safe
Attached to my instructor;
The world so small beneath me.
A tug, a jolt and then...peace.
Floating quietly dream-like,
Landing on the beach below.




Caren E. Salas





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Eyes Closed

The petals drop one by one
My opening night bouquet
Fading into every day
Mere hours remain of this dream
And I don't want to wake up
Eyes closed, let me sleep some more.


Caren E. Salas

LIFE (Day 16 - Science)

there are those who believe in science

what they can prove and what they can see

and those who believe in miracles

in visions or signs or faith in God

i'm not sure nor am i arrogant

enough to presume i have a clue

about whether one or the other 

has the answers to it all or not

i have experiences and dreams

and being a poet would rather

rely on faith rather than science

caren e salas

Way Too Fast

The final hours tick away

Time's flying way too fast

I'm not quite ready for this show

To be part of my past.

To quote the song "Who will buy..."

These moments that I've shared

With people that I've grown to love

Risking all I'd never dared.

Caren E. Salas

photo: coarchitechs.com

Alone #23

Alone and asleep
Trusting I'll be looked after
By angels and dreams.

Caren E. Salas







Prompt #23:   "Alone"

Sweet Dreams #18

Sweet

Dreams

Linger

All day long

Until the night calls

And we go back to dream again.

Caren E. Salas


Prompt #18: a sweet or a sour poem.

My Love and I - Day 14: A Sonnet

 

 

My Love and I

My love and I need to run away for a while

To relax and remember how it feels to smile

Far away to some paradise close to the sea

On an isolated island where we don't need a key

Because not a soul will around there for days

Except seagulls and turtles and endless sun rays

We'll feast upon mangos and coconuts and fish

Stay up all night long, and wake when we wish

Swimming in an ocean that's warm and clear

We won't want to leave until maybe next year

And I'll collect sea shells while he lies in the sun

And together we'll count stars when the sunsets are done

It all sounds like heaven, and that's how it will seem

If we ever escape, and find this sweet dream.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

(okay, so I'm not Shakespeare, but I gave it a go.)
photo: William Salas

In Case of Sleep - Day 11: "In Case of ____"

In case of sleep, give in and don't fight;
Your blankets are warm and you're tucked in tight.
Grab your teddy before I shut off the light,
And just say good night, just say good night.

In case of sleep, give in to your dreams;
Submit to the stars and the shining moon beams,
For there is where everything glitters and gleams,
Even more than it seems, even more than it seems.

In case of sleep, give in, close your eyes
And imagine rainbows and sweet butterflies.
For now, just listen to my lullabies.
I'll be here when you rise, I'll be here when you rise.


Caren E. Salas

How to Fly - Day 8: an Instructional Poem

Take a breath and imagine:

The taste of a summer's day

The sound of a dream come true

The feeling of being loved

The most beautiful sunset.

 

Now, add pixie dust...and fly.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

 

 

 

 

 

photo by Lauren Salas

Midnight - Day 2: a Bright Poem, or a Dark Poem

Bright
Sparkling
Firmament
Brooding midnight skies
I gaze and dream of paradise.


Caren E. Salas

If I Were Dreaming...

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Off to Neverland  I'd go, second star to the right

I'd stay forever, never to die

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Just the pirates, mermaids, the Lost Boys and I

We'd make our adventures last morning to night

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Off to Neverland I'd go, second star to the right.

Caren E. Salas

Whiskey Dreams

Whiskey dreams in black and white
Nightmares fierce, ready to fight
Threatening growl toothless glare
All nine pounds of "just beware!"
Whiskey dreams in black and white
My little guy, all through the night.


Caren E Salas

Maybe

A hopeless and optomistic dreamer I

Raise my champagne glass up high

To toast the coming year.

Maybe I won't make the same mistakes

Or break the promises I never made

To those who swear I swore,

But I don't remember any more.

 

A chronic and procrastinating dreamer I

Gaze out at the somewhat cloudy sky

To find my destiny there.

Maybe if I could just play the game

From start with zero points

For once as I was getting going,

And I'd get ahead and not be owing.

 

An exhausted, underestimating dreamer I

Sometimes find I've bit off quite

The challenging buffet. What can I say?

Maybe this will be the meal

That satisfies without the consequential

Calories or price, and dessert for free.

This could be the time...maybe.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

 

 

photo by William Salas

 

Artwork

Sunset colors paint the sky

With hues that glow, and light up

The millions of waves dancing

On a darkening ocean.

Sunflower gold, to poppy

Orange, fuchsia, and purples...

God's brushstrokes command the clouds

So far beyond any dream

In my imagination;

More than any words I write

Or artwork once created.

It is a glimpse of heaven.

Caren E. Salas

photo: William Salas

Ballet

Ballet

Peeling sweat-soaked leotards

And tights off after practice;

The pink leather slippers tossed

To the side, everything ached.

I wouldn't have traded it

For anything in the world.

Caren E. Salas

Day 25 of April's Poem a Day Challenge: prompt - a "sport".  Really? 

"If ballet were easy, they'd call it football"... (from "The Game Plan")

I Dreamed...

Day 20: Write a "best ever" poem.  I decided not to write in any particular form. In fact, the whole thing is like one long run-on sentence, but it's about a dream, and isn't that what they are like? Believe it or not, some of what's in this poem are from actual dreams I've had...well maybe not the monkeys (in case you were worried about my sanity).


I Dreamed...

I dreamed of you...

And then I flew like I was swimming
And all my friends were there
And the sky was filled with purple clouds

And everyone had ice cream.

Then I started doing jumping jacks
Completely in the nude
But no one really noticed me
They all went on their way.

And the monkeys on the swing-set

Screeched, and clapped their hands
As if to say,
"Yeah, you're okay."

Then I was backstage for a play
But I didn't know my lines
And I had to find a basket ball
For the second scene.

And I started quoting "Juliet"
But they were doing "Mame."
But no one seemed to realize
The blunder I had made.

And the monkeys in the audience
Screeched, and clapped their hands
As if to say,
"You'll be okay"

And I saw you

And then I flew and you were with me,
And we were there
And the clouds were cotton candy
It was the best dream...
      It was the best dream.


Caren E. Salas


Photo: http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/photos/monkeys/#/spider-monkey_719_600x450.jpg