Moments

There have been moments,

When everything was perfect;

The planets aligned,

And the worries of the world

Evaporated away.


Those moments in time,
I'll remember forever,
Like yesterday's dream
Or my hopes for tomorrow,
Kept safely inside my heart.



Caren E. Salas

Waiting

I'm always waiting;

Waiting for a better day,

Waiting for more time,

Waiting for more energy,

Waiting for a miracle.

Hoping I'll wake up

One bright morning feeling good
And feeling rested
And the planets will align

And everything will be fine.

I have to believe

In my heart, to keep going

Hoping and waiting,

Dreaming I will dance again

And the wait, will be worth it.

Caren E. Salas

(Salvador Dali - The Persistance of Memory)

Why am I?

Eyes
Wide
Open,
Why am I
Awake at this hour
Lying alone in the darkness?


Caren E. Salas

The Magic

Show me the magic,

Give me reasons to believe

In the illusions.

Tip the hat and wave the wand;

Maybe make me disappear.

Show me the magic,

And say "Abracadabra!"

I'll pretend it's real.

Please don't tell me your secrets;

I really don't want to know.

Show me the magic

Let glitter float in the air.

Take me far away

From this ordinary life,

And into an endless dream.

Caren E. Salas

*Robert Lee Brewer's prompt: an "escape" poem

For my friend, Eugene Ireland (Magic Castle)

The Fight

Thoughts spinning,

Twisting, choking me,

Attempting

To spill out

Like blood, draining my body

Until I can't breathe.

Sanity

Waning as each word

Struggles out

Of my soul,

No matter how hard I try

 To keep it inside.

Caren E. Salas

 

 

Photo: http://www.aug.edu/



Empty

Empty

Tequila
One shot, two, then three
Drowning stress;
Troubles blur
And fade until my head hurts
And my stomach aches.

Just one more
Hoping for comfort
Finding none;
All I have
Are empty bottles and dreams
I never reached for.

Caren E. Salas



Note: This was inspired by a prompt from Robert Lee Brewer's website "Poetic Asides". The prompt was to write a poem having to do with something being empty. Don't worry friends, it's not autobiographical. Well, the bottles are ours, but it took a long time and lots of salt and ah...I better quit while I'm ahead. Suffice it to say, I haven't given up and don't ever plan to. If any of you do relate, talk to me. Really. No, really.

Giants

I've been struggling a bit lately, but thanks to Robert Lee Brewer and his website, I was inspired to write this. It helps of course that we recently took a trip to Yosemite National Park (one of the most beautiful places in the world).  The prompt was to write a poem from the prospective of a "group", people, animals, organisms, inanimate objects etc. I immediately thought of the giant redwoods in the Mariposa Grove. So here it is.

Giants

Only the wind knows
The secrets we have hidden
Deep within our cores.
Whispering to the breeze, we reach
To the sky and scrape the clouds

Until tears begin
To fall down. Down to the ground
Seeping into roots,
They are drawn up through our souls
Quenching every last needle,

Delivering life
As we spread our branches wide
And embrace the sun,
Watching over the world with
Eagles and angels alike.


Caren E. Salas

Don't

Don't make me feel beautiful,

I just might get used to it

And then there'd be no living

With me. I might actually

Start believing it myself

Dreaming the thing I can't know.

Don't make me feel beautiful,

Because then I might expect

To feel that way again and

You may not be able to

Deliver, and I will wait,

Hoping for what I can't have.

Don't make me feel beautiful,

Because feeling's addiction

And withdrawels will kill me.

It's temporary madness

Certain to destroy my heart,

Reaching for what I can't be.

Caren E. Salas

I am Fine

The sun shines

The days are passing

I am fine.

No, really

But the shadows never fade

They linger on me.

I am fine

No, really I am.

Life goes on,

So will I

But the memories take my sleep

And turn it to tears.

Life goes on

For everyone else

Every day,

Not for me

Waking up to an echo

Instead of his arms.

Every day,

One day at a time

Is too much.

Be patient

While I pick up the pieces

Of my broken heart.

Caren E. Salas

For my friend, Kessa. I can't imagine how you feel, only how I would. Love you.

Homecoming

You walk to me
I hardly breathe
I try not to let it show.

You've been so missed
We hug and kiss
I don't want to let you go.

We stare a while
Was that a smile?
I know it must feel odd.

But I'm relieved
You're back with me
One more reason to thank God.


Caren E. Salas


(This was written in response to Robert Lee Brewer's prompt: "a welcome poem". This is dedicated to those who wait at home for those who serve our country.)



Photo:  abcnews.go.com

Jupiter

JUPITER

Violent red and orange storms

Skies on fire

Endless winds.

Nightmare poison atmosphere

Surface void

Lifeless world.

Europa's heart beats frozen hard

Stone cold rock

Empty moon.

Violent storms.

Lifeless world.

Empty heart.

Jupiter.

Caren E. Salas

photo: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap990718.html

Heavy

My body feels heavy like

The weight of the world's crushing

Down on my chest, like my eyes

Have to close and give in to

The sleep that wants to embrace

Me, and lead me to my dreams.

Caren E. Salas

Flying

Wind biting my face

Lion roaring in my ear
Heels locked, heart racing
Hanging on tight, butterflies
Fluttering in my stomach.

I have no choice but

To put all my trust in you,

To lean when you do

Close my eyes, and hold my breath

And believe that we're flying.

Caren E. Salas

(for Michael McCabe - Thanks for showing me I could still fly. I know you're really flying now. Heaven had no idea what they were in for...)

No Regrets (Day 30 - a "after leaving here" poem)

No Regrets

If I should ever have to go
Before I say good-bye
Please always know my love for you
Will truly never die.

Don't worry if the last thing said

Was harsh or insincere
Sometime the words you didn't say
Were those I chose to hear.

Don't think about the gifts forgotten
For various holidays
Your hugs and love and happiness
Were what mattered anyway.

Though I've no plan for leaving soon
When I do, have no regrets
That I love you and know you love me
Is what you must not forget.

Caren E. Salas


photo by William Salas

Ode to Cheerios (Day 29 - an Ode)

Ode to Cheerios

Oh Cheerios! My bowl of Cheerios!

You're a crispy taste delight!

You make my mouth so happy,

Each time I take a bite.

Oh Cheerios! My bowl of Cheerios!

You're so healthy and they say

You're beneficial to my heart,

So I'll eat you every day!

Caren E. Salas

photo:  cheerios.ca