Day 28: End of the Line

The end of the line
Seems to be farther away
Than I thought it'd be.


Caren E. Salas

Day 27: Hopeful, or hopeless

HOUSEWORK


No matter
If I work all day
Run around
Like a girl insane.
No matter
If I refuse to sleep
Toil into the night
'Til I can't see.

There's always
   More laundry
   More dishes
   More dust
Another floor to do
   More to do
   Clothes to pick up.
There's the bathroom
   The bedrooms
   The kitchen
   The yard
The livng room
   Porches
   The hallway
   The car.

It's endless.
It's hopeless.
Why can't anyone see?
It just never seems
Like there's time
Left for me.


Caren E. Salas

Day 26: More than 5 times...

GETTING YOUR ATTENTION


I raise my hand
I reach and stand
I shout out loud
Lost in the crowd
I wave my arms
Use all my charms
Jump up and down
Dance like a clown
I call your name
It's all the same
What can I do
To get through to you??



Caren E. Salas

Day 25: a poem inspired by a song

Okay, I'm not sure if this still qualifies but it is a piece of music:  "Midsummer Night's Dream" by Felix Mendelssohn.  This is beautiful music and if you close your eyes you can see the fairies skipping about, well, I can anyway.

DREAMS

Fairies flit, fly, hop and dart

They fill the dark with tiny lights

     Like fire flies.

Puck the mischeif-maker

Looks for trouble to incite

     With quiet eyes.

The fairie king and queen square off

As lovers are mislead, confused

       And afraid.

Actors practice, one's transformed

An ass's head appears, Puck's ruse

       Is played.

When morning comes the lovers wake

The forest is by sweet Puck, blessed

      Therein

All is set right, all renewed

The fairy world is back at rest

      Again.

Caren E. Salas

Day 24: Evening

I wanted to write something simple and calming for this one, and decided to do a haiku.  I started out with this one:

Evening quiet comes
With a kind of tranquil peace
Like whispering leaves.

(For those of you who know me, try not to barf - SO not me.)  I ended up going toward something a little more dramatic. The problem is, that it ended up having a hint of an old TV commercial.  (Listen for it - you know what I'm talking about.)  Oh well...

Evening quiet screams
In my ears like a nightmare
And I can't wake up.


Caren E. Salas

Day 23: an exhausted poem

MY MIND


Exhausted.

 Still my mind will race, through the bills yet to pay and the errands to run and the phone calls to make and the long list of chores and appointments I missed. Old friends I should e-mail and the grocerie list. Places to run to. People to see. Things I should sign. Memo: haircut for me. What's for dinner tomorrow? Any plans for the week? Teacher conferences soon.When was that supposed to be?

All day I keep running and time seems to fly.
Can't slow down til the night
What still runs...
                               is my mind.




Caren E. Salas

Day 22: an Earth poem

I thought I'd throw in an acrostic poem, just for fun.



EARTH

E veryone together
A ttempting the impossible
R euse, recycle, whatever it takes
T oward a better tomorrow
H elping each other.


Caren E. Salas

Day 21: According to....

ACCORDING TO THE MOVIES...


According to the movies
Love's romantic, easy, true.
There's always happy endings
People do the right thing too!

In real life it's harder
People break up, hurt and die.
I'd rather watch the fairy tale
Even if it's just a lie.


Caren E. Salas

Day 20: Looking back, or not

ALMOST FINISHED

My journal's almost finished.

All the pages are filled up

With scribbles and doodlings

No one else will understand.

It's my heart  my soul, memories

and dreams. A story of me.

Caren E. Salas

Day 19: Write a poem about someone

JACK


There was old Jack Sprat
Who's meat had to be lean,
And the poor farm boy Jack
And his handful of beans.

The quick nimble Jack:
Let no candle wax spill,
But the Jack who fetched water
Tumbled down with his Jill.

There's the Jack of all trades
     Jack of Hearts
          Jack of Spades
Black Jack
          or just "Jacks"

That the little girls played.

There's "QuickerthanyoucansayJackRobinson" Jack.

There's flapJacks with syrup,

Can I have a stack?

  

But there's one Jack you won't find

In fiction or fad.

He's the best one of all

And I just call him "Dad."

Caren  E. Salas

For my Dad - Happy Birthday Dad!! I love you!!

Day 18: To _____ (fill in the blank)

"To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub..." (Hamlet, by William Shakespeare)



TO DREAM...


When I close my eyes tonight,
What road will I travel?
Will my journey's path be smooth,
Or will my fears unravel?

When I drift off, will I fly
To places good or evil?
Will I plunge into despair
With no hope of retrieval?

When I sleep I never know
Which way I'll be taking
Until the dawn brings memories
To haunt me while I'm waking.



Caren  E. Salas

Day 17: Science (or aspect of it)

 "THEY"

They say we descended from monkeys,
And the universe began with a "BANG!"
They can't decide if Pluto's a planet,
Or if cloning is good or insane.

Our time's short because global warming
Will destroy all our lives, so they say.
All the science is confusing,
            and what I want to know,
Really who, for Pete's sake,
                                 are the "they"?


Caren E. Salas

Day 16: Death

THE FIGHT

Death teases me
With dreams of peace and rest
As I lie sleepless in the night.

Death kisses me
And whispers "No more pain,
And I'll make everything all right."

Death lies to me
And tells me "No one cares,
No one will miss you if you go."

Death's hold on me
Is like a constant fight,
And how it ends I just don't know.



Caren E. Salas

Day 15: Deadlines...(in honor of tax day - ouch)

April 15


Deadline.
Stop sign.
End of the road.

Time's up.
Give up.
And pay what is owed.



Caren E. Salas

Day 14: (blank) Island

PARADISE ISLAND

The sun feels great on my body

As a soft breeze caresses my face.

There's a drink by me with an umbrella.

I may just melt into this place.

The cabana boy brings me another

"Close your eyes, and leave troubles behind,"

He says while massaging my shoulders.

Too bad that it's all in my mind. 

Caren E. Salas

(lest I get too serious on you all...lol)