AprPAD Day 15 Prompt: Dream

AQUA

I dream of aqua

And swimming with Lionfish

In coral filled seas

Caren E. Salas

Blades

Pelicans gliding 

Like blades across the glassy

Surface of the sea

Caren E. Salas

COUNTING DOLLARS

My love and I walked along hand in hand

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

Counting dollars half buried in sand

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar.

Collecting sea shells down by the shore

We talked about all the years we had shared

Watching the seagulls and pelicans soar

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared.

We talked about all the years we had shared

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

Oh, the places we'd been, the dreams we had dared

It all stood still for a moment or three.

We stopped just to listen to the sounds of the sea

As my love and I walked along hand in hand

It all stood still for a moment or three

As we counted dollars half buried in sand.

Caren E. Salas

Thankful #27

I'm thankful for Octopi

And cool dreams of flying

Coffee and chocolate

And comfortable shoes

Relaxing by firelight

And schmoozing with friends

My silly dog whiskey

Wagging his tail.

Daffodils and swimming pools

And beautiful places

My family and memories 

And hope in my heart. 

Caren E. Salas

prompt #27 What are you thankful for? Write an appreciative poem. Hmmm..I made a list.

Away

Nothing to do

Nowhere to go

No one that needs me

To take them

To give them

To listen, to see

No real time

Just day time

And night

Hungry or not

Cooler or hot

Peace for a while

For a moment

Or two

Nowhere to go

Nothing to do.

Caren E. Salas

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

All I Need...

A bucket full of cool wet sand
Moulded, pat down well,
A feather for a flag on top
Some seaweed and some shells.

A peice or two of sea glass
For the windows will do fine,
The ocean spray and sunlight
Will make the castle shine.

A photo of the masterpiece
In case memories grow thin,
For this castle on the sand will last
Just until the tide comes in.


Caren E. Salas


This was inspired by Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday Prompt: "measured".

For Me

The ocean seems tired somehow;

Waves lapping softly on the sand

Half hearted and lethargic,

As though it hadn't the will

Or the energy to try harder.

Stepping out, the water surrounds me

Embracing me like an old friend,

Assuring me that, at least for now,

The tides will wait, patiently...for me.

Caren E. Salas 

the Sea

The sea blows kisses

As I walk along the shore

Like a lost lover.

Caren E. Salas

Mermaid

The only sound is the sound
Of my breath and strange echoes
That travel from the surface
Into my cool bluish world.
Weightless, I feel so at home
As though I were meant to swim.

Maybe in another life,
I was a mermaid under
The sea, hair flowing, long fins,
Living without gravity,
Flying through a liquid space
Where the stars are all alive.


Caren E. Salas



photo: weeklyworldnews.com

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

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

Octopus

If I were an octopus under the sea,

I'd wrap myself 'round you with my eight long arms.

I'd ink up the water to protect you from harm,

And invite you to live in a garden with me.

I'd flash you bright colors, impress you with smarts;

Together we'd go out for lobster and more!

We'd go to my favorite spots on the sea floor,

And I'd love you, my dear, with all three of my hearts!

Caren E. Salas

Day 26 of April Poem a Day Challenge. Prompt: an animal poem.  Octopi are my favorite sea creatures! As a mom, I envy the eight arms, three hearts, big brain and the ability to get out of tight situations. On top of all that, they are beautiful, and amazingly graceful in movement. In honor of the Octopus, I decided to try a poetry form called a "brace octave".  I hope I did it right. :)

photo:  science.howstuffworks.com


For more information about octopi check out:
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/episodes/the-octopus-show/a-legend-of-the-deep/2014/

Tourist Season

We'd straighten and stack up the souvenirs:

Stuffed killer whales, keychains, and sailor hats.

We'd brace ourselves, breathe, and prepare to deal

With the camera crowd and the spoiled brats.

The school groups had already started to wane

Replaced by people from points all around;

Tourists who seems to know no respect

Carelessly leaving their trash on the ground.

"I want it! I want it!" the children would scream

And their parents would say "Oh, all right,"

Buying some cheap toy to shut them up quick

That would end up in pieces that night.

I'd smile and say "Thank you," as they handed me cash

Good luck with those kids, I was thinking;

Knowing those tourists would reach their hotel

Get the kids into bed and start drinking.

But at the end of the day we did realize

That those people who drove us insane,

Were the reason we all got a paycheck each week

And for that, we couldn't complain.

We collectively sighed when the days grew long

And summer had come to an end;

We'd clean up the mess and stock up the shelves

For the locals and school kids again.

Caren E. Salas

Day 11 April PAD prompt: a poem about a season, ie: spring, summer...wabbit...
When I was in college I worked at Marineland, in Palos Verdes, CA. It is long since gone, but while it lasted it was a great place to work, and a really fun place to visit. It was crazy in the summer, but we all survived. This is dedicated to all my friends and fellow Marinelanders.

Photo: palosverdesdailyphoto.blogspot.com

Moon Fall (Day 25 - a "falling" poem)

                                                        

                                                      Moon Fall

      The moonlight drips like liquid silver

           Settling first on the dark ocean's surface

                      And then exploding into sparks of light

                              That float down to the bottom of the sea

                                                            And become...sand dollars.

       Caren E. Salas

 Photo: http://www.arkinspace.com/

Now and Never

 Waves rolling,
                 crashing,
                           turning,
Ocean tossing,
                 thrashing,
                           churning.

Whispered
                roaring:;
                           salt thick air.



A forever of now,
                                 
                         That was never there.


Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

           






            

Home by the Sea

                                                      

Opened my eyes, opened the door,

Breathed in the air, there by the shore,

Sand at my feet, sand on the floor,

Can't ask for more, can't ask for more.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

...SALTY...

...Salty...

The sweat on my skin

The tears on my face

The taste in my mouth

As I walked down the beach

Thinking of you.

The sea rolling in

The foam on the shore

My toes in the sand

As I heard the waves crash

Thinking of you

The things that we said

The promises made

The dreams that we planned

As I watched the sun set

Thinking of you

Caren E. Salas

Step by Step

Step by step
Soft and wet

Footprints left behind

Surf and sand

Land and sea

Poems to unwind

Pebbles, stones

Ocean foam

Life inside a shell

Seagulls cry

Sky so blue

Stories yet to tell.

Caren E. Salas

Sailing Away...

I want to sail away somewhere

just vanish without a trace

an island with palm trees and white sand

and a cool breeze caressing my face.



I want to sail away someday

and search for a place to call home

a paradise waits for me I feel sure

a heaven on earth of my own.



Caren E. Salas