SILENT STAY
So many things I want to say
I bite my lip
And silent stay.
The secrets that I can not share
It hurts my heart
It isn't fair.
While others seem to have their way
I hold my tongue
And silent stay.
Caren E. Salas
Contents: love, pain, insanity, and a bit of fun now and then. Signed, sealed and delivered.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Okay...
Well, I'm a little behind on my Poem a Day Challenge, but I'm catching up. I've written a lot of them but haven't had time to post them here. So...I'm gonna' get going on that. A few of them I won't be posting due to future publication concerns. Basically, if I think I may want to sell them, some editors will not accept work that has been posted on blogs - go figure. All of my 10 followers may be plagerizing me as I type.
National Poetry Month!
Okay, I'm really going to do it this year. I'm going on Robert Lee Brewer's website, "Poetic Asides" so I can get a new prompt every day and I'm really going to do it. (By golly!) One poem every day for a month. I should be doing this anyway, but now I have...encouragement. I've already started on Poem #1 (I'll post ASAP). Unfortunately, I may not have much access to the internet in the next week due to spring break vacation, but I'm still going to try and get the prompts if I can, and work off line.
Friday, March 19, 2010
My Dog
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Breathe
Sometimes I just can't
find a way to breathe I can't
think of other things.
Caren E. Salas
find a way to breathe I can't
think of other things.
Caren E. Salas
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Up the Down Escalator...
Why am I always
running up the down escalator
Crossing the runway
Wrong way
On a One Way?
Why does it always
feel like I'm on the freight elevator
Going to the basement
Not sent,
But still I went.
I wander down blindly
down the outer corridor
Looking for the right doorway
Can't stay
'Cause I can't pay.
Running in circles, up and down, round and round
I'm screaming for help,
But not making a sound.
Caren E. Salas
running up the down escalator
Crossing the runway
Wrong way
On a One Way?
Why does it always
feel like I'm on the freight elevator
Going to the basement
Not sent,
But still I went.
I wander down blindly
down the outer corridor
Looking for the right doorway
Can't stay
'Cause I can't pay.
Running in circles, up and down, round and round
I'm screaming for help,
But not making a sound.
Caren E. Salas
Monday, February 8, 2010
Writer's Block
Sleeping in the night
Dreaming in my bed
Stories, songs and poems
Are racing through my head.
Standing in the shower
My mind is filled with rhyme
But like the water I dry off
The words get left behind.
Sitting at the beach
Basking in the sun
A million things I want to write
Yet now I'm finding none.
Waiting at my keyboard
and...
and...
Nothing.
Caren E. Salas
Dreaming in my bed
Stories, songs and poems
Are racing through my head.
Standing in the shower
My mind is filled with rhyme
But like the water I dry off
The words get left behind.
Sitting at the beach
Basking in the sun
A million things I want to write
Yet now I'm finding none.
Waiting at my keyboard
and...
and...
Nothing.
Caren E. Salas
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Who knows?
Who has the answers, the reasons, the cure?
Who knows how long I will have to endure?
I don't like this game; I'm tired of playing.
And don't tell me "God", 'cause I know He's not saying.
Doctors and therapists, no one quite knows,
Blood tests and studies, nothing that shows.
And why is it so surpising to find
My frustrating conclusion that everyone's blind!
If I can't find the strength to ask when I'm needing,
What makes you so sure I would scream when I'm bleeding?
And if you don't look under the smile to the sorrow,
What makes you so sure that I'll be here tomorrow?
Caren.
Who knows how long I will have to endure?
I don't like this game; I'm tired of playing.
And don't tell me "God", 'cause I know He's not saying.
Doctors and therapists, no one quite knows,
Blood tests and studies, nothing that shows.
And why is it so surpising to find
My frustrating conclusion that everyone's blind!
If I can't find the strength to ask when I'm needing,
What makes you so sure I would scream when I'm bleeding?
And if you don't look under the smile to the sorrow,
What makes you so sure that I'll be here tomorrow?
Caren.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Storm of Tears
Storm...
not passing
Streets flooding
Stopping traffic
Anger rising
Fists pounding
on my steering wheel.
Can't stop it
Can't stand it.
Tears...
not ceasing
Tornado warning
Life spinning
Control waning
No turning
back to how it was.
Can't help it
Can't hang on.
Help is on the way,
they say...
Meanwhile will I
just slip away...?
Caren E. Salas
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Words
I can write a story about unicorns and magic.
I can write a poem about Christmas, and December.
But when it comes to writing songs I just can't hear the music,
And it seems it's just the words that I remember.
So that's why I tell you, to say the words,
And tell me everything about you.
I want to know that you'll be my friend,
And I will never have to live without you.
And someday in the future, when I am old and grey
And my feeble memory begins to fall apart
The music will escape me, and I'll dance to it no more
But I'll still have all the words you told me, deep inside my heart.
For my dear friends.
Caren E. Salas
I can write a poem about Christmas, and December.
But when it comes to writing songs I just can't hear the music,
And it seems it's just the words that I remember.
So that's why I tell you, to say the words,
And tell me everything about you.
I want to know that you'll be my friend,
And I will never have to live without you.
And someday in the future, when I am old and grey
And my feeble memory begins to fall apart
The music will escape me, and I'll dance to it no more
But I'll still have all the words you told me, deep inside my heart.
For my dear friends.
Caren E. Salas
The Waiting Room
Waiting room
Impending doom
Yellow walls
No life at all
A dreary scene
Old magazines
A phony smile
"It'll be awhile..."
Patients sigh
Stay calm? I try.
A minute more
An open door
My time has come
Too late to run.
Caren E. Salas
Impending doom
Yellow walls
No life at all
A dreary scene
Old magazines
A phony smile
"It'll be awhile..."
Patients sigh
Stay calm? I try.
A minute more
An open door
My time has come
Too late to run.
Caren E. Salas
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Flying
I woke up one morning
And wanted to cry
'Cause I knew in my heart
I could no longer fly.
When did I tell myself
Grow up I must!
No more pretending!
No more fairy dust!
And when did I stop
Believing I could
And start to live in a world
Where I do as I should?
How can I find
The place I once knew
Where dreamers can fly
And wishes come true?
Is it still out there
Up in the skies?
Wait, I think that I found it.
It's in my children's eyes.
Caren E. Salas
(For the Peter Pan in all of us)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Hope for the Year
Here we are starting a new year. I've given up on "New Year's Resolutions" because let's face it, very few people actually keep those promises they make to themselves. At this time of year, however, I do remind myself of the things I would like to change, or do or be. I'm thankful I'm still healthy enough to do some of them. I face the year not necessarily with expectations but with hope. I don't expect my life to suddenly be sunny and bright. I hope it will be better than it has been in the past. I don't expect to wake up one morning singing songs while I do the housework and loving every minute. I hope I'll be able to get things under control. I don't expect that my MS will be cured or that I'll stop aging. I just hope for another year of time to spend with the ones I love.
So Happy New Year to everyone!
Dream big!
Hope eternally!
Love unconditionally!
Caren.
So Happy New Year to everyone!
Dream big!
Hope eternally!
Love unconditionally!
Caren.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Time for Christmas
Busy, busy, busy...so much to do!
People to buy for, malls to race through...
Cookies to bake, cards to address,
The relatives are coming, quick clean up the mess!
So many presents under the tree,
That one's for you, this one's for me.
But one gift is missing. It's simply not there,
And it's one that will truely show that we care.
For in the bustle of parties and such,
Sometimes we forget that which means so much.
The Gift of Time.
Time for spending with a friend over tea,
And talking for an hour or three.
Time for hugging someone you love,
And sharing the things you've been dreaming of.
Time for reading with a little one dear,
And whispering "I love you" into their ear.
Time for a phone call to someone afar,
So they know that you love them wherever they are.
Time for a prayer for those who are ill,
A card or a message "I'm there for you still."
Time for old movies that still make you cry,
and for remembering the baby, who came here to die.
So wrap up this gift, and take time to recall
That time is one of the best gifts of all.
Wishing you all Time for Christmas,
and more to come in the New Year!!
Caren E. Salas
(I wrote this a few years ago, but it's one of my favorite Christmas thoughts.)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Just What I Needed...a Little Whiskey
You make me smile
I am intoxicated
You calm me down
When I'm irritated
You're my addiction
And my therapy
Just what I needed
A little Whiskey.
You make me laugh
At random moments
And when I cry
You give me comfort
I know I'm not alone
'Cause you're beside me
Just what I needed
A little Whiskey.
You help me live
Outside my normal
And now there's no words
Like "impossible"
I just can't get enough
It's plain to see
You're what I needed
A little Whiskey.
Caren E. Salas
My little dog: "Whiskey"
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