Face the One

You may have noticed lately I've been trying new forms. So this form is called a Blitz. It's sort of different but it was fun to do...(I hope I did it right)

Face the One

Wash my hair
Wash my face
Face the future
Face the west
West is best
Westward bound
Bound by love
Bound to fail
Fail to perform
Fail to show
Show me yours
Show and tell
Tell me a secret
Tell me your dreams
Dreams are forever
Dreams do come true
True love
True or false
False teeth
False witness
Witness protection
Witness the strength
Strength of heart
Strength in numbers
Numbers to ten
Numbers to count
Count me in
Count the stars
Stars in the sky
Stars in your eyes
Eyes watching over
Eyes in my head
Head over heels
Head on over
Over the rainbow
Over the moon
Moon in the distance
Moon shine
Shine on me
Shine like the sun
Sun rising
Sun set
Set yourself down
Set the table
Table for two
Table for one
One shining star
One little wish
Wish
Star

Caren E. Salas

Waitress

Salt, pepper
Ketchup and napkins
She fills them
Sitting there
In the corner booth alone
After a long day.


Caren E. Salas




Robert Lee Brewer's Wednesday prompt was:  "service".  I decided to try a shadorma.

Diagnosis

I stared at the desk,  a tray
With ball point pens, prescription
Pad, lab results, paperclips,
Large hands occasionally
Gesturing, while he explained
What I could not comprehend.

Ugly rust-orange carpet
Seemed to fall out from under
My feet. Having spent more time
In ballet shoes than sneakers
They now screamed in agony
As I felt my future die.

I let the conversation
Tune out, but random words slipped
Through my unwilling conscious,
Words like "paralysis" and
"Chronic" and "medications"
And then two more words: "no cure."

I stared at the desk, the tray
With ball point pens, paperclips
Lab results and scribbled notes,
Notes I didn't want to read,
Or know, while dirty beige blinds
Blocked my view,  and my escape.


Caren E. Salas

As I was saying...

Robert Brewer's prompt for the day. This is me...


As I was Saying...


Before I was so rudely interrupted,
And carelessly knocked to the floor,
I was about to say something important,
So don't you dare run out the door.

Before I spilled all of my coffee,
And hopelessly ruined my dress,
I was about to say something crucial,
But now I'm just a big mess.

So as I was saying....

                                      Dang, I forgot.


Caren E. 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

Waiting...

I stare at the floor:

The doctors' office berber,

In typical blues and greys

With a pattern that downplays

       the stains...

I hear a child scream:

Immunization horror.

Wish I was immune to the sound

Of a fear that echoes

        my own...

I glance at the door:

The sterile white coat domain.

The clock ticks slowly and laughs.

And they call my name

      at last...

Caren E. Salas

After the Rain

I can't keep writing raindrops.
Give me sunshine to hope for;
Dreams to hold on to;
Rainbows to reach for;
Someone who'll care for me.
I'm so tired of the clouds.
Let the blue skies
Fill up my life,
For a while.

Caren E. Salas

If you can't take the heat, use fewer jalepenos....

Another prompt from Robert Lee Brewer This was a fun one. Cheers!

Chilitini

Take some hot jalepenos
Infuse them into three shots
Of decent vodka and add
Half a shot of dry vermouth.
To make it dirty, olives
And juice. Stir (don't shake) Enjoy!

Caren E. Salas

 "No poems can please for long, or live that are written by water drinkers."  - Horace.   Hee Hee.

Memo to Me

Think of how she presses on
Through dark and daunting roads.
Focus on the trials she's passed
Despite the heavy load.

See the way she holds on tight
To dreams some say will die.
Notice how she's there for you
Even when she wants to cry.

Imagine how hard it must be
To soldier on in pain,
To give your strength to someone else
While you stand in the rain.

Think of how she pushes on
Despite the rocky path.
And how, when you might give up hope
Her love still brings you back.

Caren E. Salas

(for Kessa, and Michael too)

Locked inside Myself

Locked Inside Myself

Screaming, scratching, clawing crying;
Struggling while my soul is dying.

Wrenching. wretchng, stabbing, tearing;
Trusting none, no longer caring.

Burning, bleeding, grasping, groping;
I've given up pretense of hoping.

Reaching, wanting, needing, trying;
I've thrown away the dream of flying.


Trapped inside my weakened shell....
   I long for heaven,
but live in hell.


Caren E. Salas

The Meaning of...Lost

Last Wednesday's writing prompt was "The Meaning of..." My first response was The Meaning of "Writer's Block" because I just couldn't seem to get anywhere. I was lost....hmmm...lost? So here goes.


The Meaning of "Lost"

The roads are closed.
The signs are faded.
It's a black and moonless night.
My car is stuck.
I'm aggrivated.
Should I turn left, or right?

I lost my map,
And all direction.
I'm feeling so alone.
My cell phone just
Lost it's connection
How will I get back home?

I'm cold and tired.
And tired of crying
But I continue on.
Maybe the stars
Will hear me trying,
And shine until the dawn.


Caren E. Salas

My Heart

I wanted to try something called a "Kelly Lune" (style of poetry - American Haiku) so here goes...



I can't seem to think
Of much else
But my beating heart.


Caren E. Salas

Lost. Damaged. Stolen.

As I sat in the laundramat doing my 62 loads of laundry (barely a weeks' worth) I saw a sign that said

"Not responsible for lost, damaged or stolen articles." It got me thinking....

My heart had lost all hope

Of finding love like this,

Wandering sad and aimless

In search of that one kiss.

The kiss that might make sense
And make the wait worthwhile.
The kiss to help my heart
Remember how to smile.


My heart'd long been damaged
And had built up a wall,
A fortress against love
With no feeling left at all.

Locked up tight in silence
Afraid to hurt again
Not wanting to play games
With no chance it will win.


But then my heart was stolen
By a very tender thief,
Swept away and given love
Beyond all past belief.

Stolen to a heaven
Where home and safety live
To once more beat with love
And learn again to give.



Caren E. Salas

Missing You

(I originally wrote the first version of this poem in February of 1990, but I recently found it and just wanted to post it here.)


I can imagine
    Though you're not here,
The sound of your voice
    Soft in my ear,
The look in your eyes
    And your gentle touch
The way that I feel...
     How I miss you so much."



Caren E. Salas

Crazytown

I've been going a bit crazy of late, because I have very little access to the internet.  We are having work done on our house. My bedroom had to be emptied and that's where my computer was. Now it's in a box. We also had to disconnect our DirecTV - tevo so my episode of LOST did not get recorded :( .  Ah well.  In exchange for all the inconveniences now, I'll be getting a bigger closet, a dishwasher (not in the bedroom of course) and other improvements. I try to keep these things in mind while I'm eating fast food for the umpteenth time, sitting in the laudramat for hours, or trying to convince the kids that all four of them in one room is not so bad.  Needless to say, while the roll I was on with my April Poem a Day challenge is still kind of there, meaning I'm still writing, but has come to a screeching halt when it comes to posting here. I will eventually catch up...Thanks for being patient!   Caren