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

Day 30: Letting Go

SPRING CLEANING

The clothing the kids out grew long ago
Gifts I should have returned to the store
Clocks and electronics that don't even work
Rubber-bands, paper clips, all in a drawer

Papers and drawings, crumpled and torn
Homework assignments from years before
Must let it go, throw away, give it all up!
But my real fear is, we'll just get some more.


Caren E. Salas

Day 29: And suddenly...

SUDDENLY....

Suddenly it's all come true!
My life is great! The sky is blue!
My children have done all their chores!
How could I, really, ask for more?
I've won the lotto, they published my book!
My husband hired a maid and a cook!
It's almost more than I can take.
Then suddenly...I wake.


Caren E. Salas

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