Day 13: Love or Anti-love (I pick "love")

So much has been said about love. I thought I'd better keep it short and to the point.



A question, a ring
A promise for a lifetime
Our forever love.



Caren E. Salas

Day 12: Pick a City...

Morning in Quebec City

The dawn greeted me

with the clop clop clop,

of horse drawn carriages

passing down the cobbled road.

The sun, reflecting

off the St. Lawrence River,

came streaming through the trees

in the park across the way.

The sidewalk cafes bustled

with tourists and lovers

out for cafe au lait, and crepes.
Chateau Frontenac

loomed above,

stretching into cloudless skies,

and almost to heaven.

What a place to be in love.

Caren E. Salas

(Quebec City is where my husband and I went on our Honeymoon!)

Day 11: The last...

THE LAST TIME

If I had known that the last time

I saw you, would be the last time

I'd see you, would I've remembered

All the things I wanted to say?

If I had known that the next time

Was never to happen at all

Could I have made time slow down?
No.


Caren E. Salas

(In honor of Sid Fleischman)

Day 9: Self Portrait

Sorry people, I posted a bit out of order. That's probably since I tend to write things out of order. I've never been much of a "color inside the lines" kind of girl.  I'm more of a "squint your eyes and look at it from a distance" type.  Anyway, this one was tough. I can write about things and feelings, but about me? That's a whole other story.


WHO AM I?

I was a child,
of course
once upon
a time,
then a student
a swimmer
cheerleader
a mime.
I was a dancer
an actress
a singer of songs.
I'm a writer
a poet
a dreamer
a mom.
I'm a taxi driver
warden
accountant
the maid
dishwasher
secretary,
none of it paid.
But who am I really?
Who am I meant to be?
Am I only one thing?
Or is the sum of these...me?


Caren E. Salas

Day 10: Horror

BELA

No blood

No graphic scenes

Just eyes

And my imaginings.

"I am

Count Dracula"

Once said,

Became more frightening.

All black

I hear the scream

Silence

Then becomes deafening.

Nightmares

will follow me

To night

Memories still startling.

Caren E Salas

Day 8: a Tool

SCISSORS

I never ran with scissors
I held them by the blade
I put them where I found them
And that is where they stayed.

So why, now that I'm grown up
When I set them down a sec,
Do they seem to disappear,
Into thin air...
                     what the heck??



Caren E. Salas

Day 7 "Until..."

UNTIL I'M DEAD

Until I'm dead I wonder
If anyone will say how
Much I meant to them, or how
I changed their life. I wonder
Because I'm not sure I will
Have done that, until I'm dead.



Caren E. Salas

Day 6: Ekphrastic Poem

An Ekphastic Poem is, simply put, a poem written with a specific work of art as inspiration this one is inspired by
Flight of the Witches, by Francisco de Goya. 
I wrote it as a haiku.

Fear takes many forms

Ice cold chills, witches flying

Nightmares over head.

Caren E. Salas

Day 5: Too Much Information

SOMETHING COOL

Billy was excited.
      "Mom I saw something cool!"
He said, running into his house
       after school.

"I saw a half flattened,
       mostly squished cat,
or maybe a possum,
       or a really big rat!

"It was run down
       by a truck, or a car.
I'll show you tomorrow!
       It's not very far!

"I think it was knocked
      Right off of it's feet.
It's guts were all barfed up
      all over the street!

"It's fur was all matted,
      and covered with blood.
One of it's eyeballs
      popped out on the mud.


"Really! It was
      an incredible sight!
By the way, Mom...

       What's for dinner tonight??"




Caren E. Salas

Day 4 - History (of sorts)

Redwood

If only I could read the rings

From your heart out to your skin,

And swiftly fly through time and see

The secrets there within.

If I could just have seen the life

From your trunk, to needles green,

And close my eyes awhile and glimpse

A magic never seen.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

Day 3: Partly...

Sorry, this is one of those I'm hoping to sell, maybe I'll get back to this prompt and do a different poem. :)

Day 2: Water

VERNAL FALL

Like countless snow white buffalo

Crashing helpless as they fall,

While roars like ancient dinosaurs

Echo on the valley wall,

The glacier's last rememberings

Humble all who may insist

On climbing stones left slippery

By eternal rainbow mist.

On God's enormous boulder pile

Worn by current force and years,

The sky high pines grow greener

From the rivers constant tears.

And the glacier's last rememberings

Speak to all who listen still.

The power of the waterfall

Holds life and death at will.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

Day 1 - "One is the Loneliest Number" a poem about being alone/lonely.

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

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.