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

The Battle

The sand in the hourglass

Flows like a mighty waterfall.

It flips over and over, until it's spinning

Like a pinwheel in a hurricane.

I watch hopelessly without the strength 

To hold even a few grains of it's sand 

As they slip through my fingers like rain.

I scream. I cry in the night, clinching my fists;

Losing the battle against the relentless passing of time.

The darkness and cold embrace me;

No way to stoke the fire inside

That might save me. Sometimes I barely feel 

The glow of it's embers, as my will 

To struggle increasingly wanes. I'm falling,

Too intensely worn, to continue a battle

That I will not win.

I scream. I cry in the night, clinching my fists.

Losing the battle against impending eternal night.

But...I fight, yes fight I must,

Because the war isn't over just yet

I continue steadfast

And though the time flies, and life fades to black

I still dream. I will dream.

And I scream, and cry in the night, clinching my fists

Maybe losing the battle, but never surrendering to the war.

Caren E. Salas

photo: http://wall.alphacoders.com

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

 

Boredom

Remember boredom?

When having nothing to do

Was a death sentence

Now I pray for days like that

Enjoying every moment.

Caren E. Salas

At the Time

At the time, my heart drove auto-pilot
At the time, my mind knew what to do
At the time, my emotions put their guard up
Blocked the tears, and found the strength for you.

On and on, the waiting lasted hours
On and on, they'd only give us parts
On and on, I tried to smile and stay calm
Knowing you would be fine, in my heart.

At the time, your courage kept me hopeful
At the time, I knew you'd be okay
At the time, there was no time for worry
Holding on to a prayer for better days.

But after all, when I think of what you went through
And after all, when I realize my fears
After all, I'm so glad that it's over
Because now, I can't hold back the tears.


Caren E. Salas

Fading

Fading

Hours wander listlessly

Like dandelions gone to seed

Delicate umbrellas

Floating on an updraft

                                                      .........

                                 ...Climbing...

                ....Lunging...     

Spinning....

Toward the glow of clouds

Still singing with the setting sun

A melody of dreams

And visions forced to wait

Until another morning comes.

Darkness settles heavily

And wakes the leafy katydids

While one by one the stars

Like faded memories

Return to light the way

To Never Never Land

And things forgotten, lost

When childhood faded....

                                         Into time.

Caren E. Salas

Photo by William Salas

Making Time

Yesterday was the official start of Robert Lee Brewer's November Poem a Day Challenge.  In theory, I'll be posting a poem everyday this month in response to prompts provided on his website. Usually it's not the writing part that's hard (I carry a notebook everywhere!) it's the posting that I get behind on. So, here I go. Be sure to check back now and then and see what's new!

Day 1: A Procrastination or Pro-active poem - Don't you love when people say "you have to make the time" like it's something you can just whip up in your spare time?




Making Time

Take an hour, here and there
A half a dozen minutes
A dash and splash of seconds
Combine together and stir.
Use it immediately
Because you know...it won't last.


Caren E. Salas