Day 2 - Ready or not, or never ready

Getting Out the Door

I just can't seem to get out
The door without forgetting
my keys, my jacket, my brain,
And everything in between.
The only time I'm ready,
is for sleep when day is done.


Caren E. Salas

November Poem-a-Day: Day 1

Well friends, once again Robert Lee Brewer is providing the means for my ultimate trip down Looney Tune Alley.  Each day he suggests a prompt that we, his poor, mostly insane followers, try to transform into poetry.  This being the 8th of November, I am a bit behind in posting, but I have been scribbling madly in my journal and am now playing catch-up. So here we go....the first prompt is about turning a page.


The Page is Blank


I turn the page
The page is blank
I've no idea
Which road to take.

I'm out of words
And tales to tell
My hand is cramped
It's just as well.

I look to space
And search the stars
Please grant a wish
To fly me far!

With pen in hand
I'll wait until
The empty page
Begs to be filled.


Caren E. Salas

Stay Awake

Normally I welcome sleep,

But lately I dread the thought

Of the nightmares that await.

Memories of the pain and fear

Haunt me 'til the morning comes.

I want to just...stay awake...

Caren E. Salas

Drive to Your Dreams!

"The Department of Motor Vehicles"...

Not very poetic to say it

Not at all pretty to see

The clerks are not very friendly

Not that I would expect them to be.

The walls are quite drab and depressing

Lines of people spill out the front door

A monotone voice makes announcements

"Now serving G - zero - two - four".

There's no way of getting around it
This DMV hell, so it seems
Passing tests of patience and knowledge
Before you can drive to your dreams.

Caren E. Salas

(Photo by William Salas)

For my daughter: who passed!!

Inspiration strikes at the oddest places sometimes, but seriously, what else is there to do while you are waiting at the DMV?  After a while I started getting punchy. I looked outside and it was pouring down rain...of course. Could the day get any better? I had to laugh or I was gonna' cry. Whatcha' gonna' do? 

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Raining...of Course.

At the DMV waiting

Of course it starts raining

My car's parked a mile away.

I hope it will let up

but I don't even get up

"That's just great!" is all I can say.

Caren E. Salas 

And to all those DMV employees: I apologize, my heart goes out to you, but hey, would it kill you to smile?

The Next Dark Day

It's hard to tell sometimes
The day the darkness starts.
It's just a little harder reading
Just a little fuzzy looking down the street.

But soon I realize
The next dark day is coming.
The words I read have letters missing
Faces seem to blend into the crowd.

And then it's all around
The darkness fills my world.
How long? I have no way of knowing,
Counting time 'til all I know is night.


Caren E. Salas

A Positive Rejection

They say that if you get a note
In actual pen and ink,
Written in the editor's hand
Than maybe you don't stink.

They say that if you get response
At all than that's a sign,
That maybe you are on your way
To being first in line.

But either way it's all the same
A pill or an injection,
And sugar just can't sweeten
One more positive rejection.


Caren E. Salas

Not Well

Woke up with a screaming banshee

In my head, clawing madly

At the sides of my brain trying

To escape through my eye sockets

All the while reminding me

I am not a well person.

Caren E. Salas

Slipping

No nip in the air
Yet the leaves are slipping
One by one, floating
Softly to the ground where
School children are destined
To step on them
Just to hear them crunch.

No hint of despair
Yet my heart is falling
Bit by bit, sinking
Slowly to the depths where
Memories are destined
To grab a hold
Just to hear me cry.

Caren E. Salas

White

The hospital was a hell in white;
The demons dressed in white jackets
And walked down white hallways
To me in a white gown
Trembling like frightened child.



Caren E. Salas

Now and Never

 Waves rolling,
                 crashing,
                           turning,
Ocean tossing,
                 thrashing,
                           churning.

Whispered
                roaring:;
                           salt thick air.



A forever of now,
                                 
                         That was never there.


Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)

           






            

Get started!

Take the first step
Start with an "A"
The first one in line
At the starting gate
On your marks
Ready, set, go!
Opening night
On with the show!
To the top of the hill
To the top of the class
Shoot for the stars
And never look back.


Caren E. Salas

Whatever, Let's Do It!

Whatever floats your boat
Whatever brings a smile
Whatever makes your heart beat
Let's do that for a while.

Whatever turns you on
Whatever rings your bell
Whatever gets you dancing
Let's do it, what the...heck!


Caren E. Salas

Never Enough

Never enough time
For too many dreams
No more happy endings
Or magical beans.

The yellow brick road
Is in disrepair
The rainbows are missing
The gold is not there.

Never enough time
For wishes unheard
No hope in tomorrow
It all seems absurd.

Happy ever after
Like so many tales
Just fades into twilight
Til the moon slowly pales.



Caren E. Salas

Cup of Joe

One
Last
Single
Cup of Joe.
I face the morning
Hoping today will be better.


Caren E. Salas

Home by the Sea

                                                      

Opened my eyes, opened the door,

Breathed in the air, there by the shore,

Sand at my feet, sand on the floor,

Can't ask for more, can't ask for more.

Caren E. Salas

(photo by William Salas)