Day 10: A Love Poem

At my worst moments

He's always there loving me

And holding my hand.

Day 9: Slow Down, or Can't

Can't Slow Down

I can't slow down.
There's not much time;
Too much to do
Before I can't.
So many dreams
I've given up;
A second more
Would be too much.
So don't ask me
To take a break
Take it easy
Take my sweet time.
One thing I know:
Tomorrow holds
No guarantee.
I can't slow down.


Caren E. Salas

Day 8: An Agreement

A Beautiful Friendship

I promise to feed you

And give you a home;

To protect you

As well as I can.

I promise to care for you
When you are sick.
And hold you
If you ever get scared.
I promise to give you
A warm place to sleep,
And never make you
Wait in the rain.
I promise to let you
Play in the sunlight,
And sometimes
Take you to the beach.

In return,all I ask
Is that once in a while
You sit and be with me
If I'm lonely or sad
Warn me of strangers
Take me for walks
Stay off the couches
Do your business outside.
Most of all love me
Just love me a lot
I'll be your human
You'll be my dog
....This could be the beginning
    Of a beautiful friendship.


Caren E. Salas

Day 7: Pro--

This one was easy. That is not to say I'm not "pro" on a lot of things, but first things first. Nothing is happening at all until I have my coffee.

 Pro Coffee

I sit alone and half asleep
Waiting for the barrista
To call my name. I'm thinking:
God bless coffee, as I sip,
admittedly addicted
To the comfort and caffiene.


Caren E. Salas

Day 6 Looking for...

Looking for Forever

Forever always seemed so easy:

Barefoot on the beach,

Taking pictures on the rocks,

Holding hands and splashing

In the mild northern surf.

We talked for hours;

And drove for miles,

Not knowing where we'd stop.

Never thinking for a second

We'd have no place to stay.

We walked, we laughed,

We knew our love would last;

Together, finding our forever.

Caren E. Salas

*Photo by Lauren Leslie

Day 5 Metamorphosis

Broken

Warm and living
Soft and loving
Open, trusting
                              Vulnerable.

Bruised and fragile
Lost and damaged
Guarded, cautious
                             Fragmented.

Cold and lonely
Dark and shuttered,
Empty, hopeless
                            Extinguished.


Caren E. Salas

Day 4: A Containment Poem

Temporary 

                                                 

Plastic bottle

Child proof lid

Small white pills

Two at a time

Every few hours

Promising me

Sometimes a lie
It's temporary
Relief from the pain
My brief escape

But don't forget

It's temporary
Can't forget
The pain returns
Every few hours
Two at a time
Small white pills
Plastic bottle
Child proof lid.


Caren E. Salas

Day 3 Location

...a little silliness.

The Black Hole


"I'm going in!" I bravely tell my four kids
     "and if Im not back in an hour or two,
Please send the dog, shoot a flare, call your dad,
     And be sure to organize an big rescue crew!"

And I step boldly into the dark and unknown;
     I climb and I scramble, never sure if it's safe.
Hoping no creatures are intending me harm
     As I reach out my hand in search of the way.

My footing's unsteady, no spot seems secure
    There's a high threat of injury, possibly worse,
Yet I carry on, wondering why I deserve
    This seemingly cruel and unending curse.

I call it the Black Hole, My Nightmare, My Pain
    Once something's sucked in, it's never again seen
But I am determined to conquer this demon
     I'm going to get that dang garage clean!!


Caren E. Salas

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