AprPAD Day 11 "Control"

I NEED ANSWERS

I have some questions
For whoever runs this show
Who is in control
Of the lies and omissions
Delays, mistakes and red tape?

Pettiness leaves us
With no real guidance at all
We need answers now!
So stop with the name calling
While numbers are increasing.


Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 10 "The____who____"

THE ONES WHOM I LIVE FOR

I miss those little faces smiling
The eyes that looked at me
Laughter that always fills my soul
Small angels living free
It seems the day will never come
When I again will feel
The warm embrace of tiny arms
That I so much want for real
They're the ones who keep the flames
Inside my heart each day
And why I'll keep on waiting
And in my home I'll stay.


Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 9 An Ekphrastic Poem

SHE

Innocent
Naive and carefree
Until he
Fluttering
Shot an arrow through her heart
Tempting her to love.


Caren E. Salas







Painting: 'Young Girl Defending Herself Against Eros" by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
This has been my favorite painting ever since the first time I saw it many years ago at the Getty Museum (which is now the Getty Villa). It now is exhibited in the newer Getty Center. I have visited it there and look forward to when I will be able to go again.

AprPAD Day 8 The Future

TOMORROW

I've never felt so 

Confused about the future

But these days I wake

And I have no idea

What tomorrow will bring me.

Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 7 Lucky/Unlucky

NO LUCK

I used to say 

I don't believe in luck 

I make my own plans

Live my own life

But life was jealous

And took what was mine

Again and again

And I found

That my plans 

And my life

Were not my own

But thrown like dice

Dependent on luck

After all, turns out.

Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 6 "Trap"

LUNCH

Scrambling for freedom

Meek squeeks of panic and fright

Lunch time for a snake.

Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 5 "A Moment"

MORNING

When I wake up each morning
I remember the nightmares
And dreams for a while. Slowly
I wake, knowing what is real,
But try as I might, I can't
Make myself go back to sleep.


Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 4 "Wish"

WISH

I wish I could fly 

Far away from here and now 

To where there's no fear

Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 3 Follow ______

FOLLOW THE DOG

Follow the dog, she knows where to go down

The street and to the left then two more blocks

To the blue house with the red door and green 

Green grass. A right turn takes you all the way

Past the gated yard and the big mean dog 

Who always barks and growls as we go by

The house. Follow the dog but not that one.

She looks at me to make sure I'm still here.

Walking close behind her, she stops and sniffs

The grass, somehow she knows we're almost home.

Caren E. Salas

AprPAD Day 2 "SPACE"

HOME

From far beyond the universe

My soul, a sea of stars

I fell into a galaxy

Swirling in the dark.

And when the spin began to slow

My heart kept spiraling round

Past the planets, comets, moons

I kept on sliding down

To a big blue world, warm and free

With oceans, mountains, plains

With continents and countries

Cities, towns and bays

Until a home cried to my soul

Come to me and stay

Bring all you love and rest with me

And never go away.

Caren E. Salas



photo by William Salas

National Poetry Month Begins! Day #1 - prompt: A New World

I'm so excited that it's April! This year I'm very determined to do Robert Lee Brewer's Poem a Day Challenge. As usual I'm starting a bit behind, but I am really going to try to keep up. Here's the first prompt: "A new world".

MY NEW WORLD                                                

My new world's not a better one
I look for reasons, finding none
The things that should've, just weren't done
And it's no fun, it's just not fun.

My anger's building everyday
I wait to see what next they'll say
They talk like it's an act to play
And that's not okay. it's not okay.

My choices are to stay and cry
Or go outside and maybe die
I wish they'd tell us without lies
The reason why, the reason why.


Caren E.Salas

CHAOS

   I lie awake staring at the ceiling 

The reflections of windshields scrolling 

Across it like anxious spirits

The low rumbling sound of a city bus

Bounces back and forth on the street

Voices float up to my window

Laughter, arguments, a child crying

A policeman's whistle chirping warnings

To any tempted to wreak havoc nearby

A cacophony of automotive dissonance

Bass heavy anthems blasting in stereo

Horns honking, tires screeching, gears shifting

Then...a moment of peace...

And the rain...the rain, like a lullaby...softly hums

Until the chaos commences again.

Caren E. Salas

                                                                               

The Last Page

The last blank page of my journal seemed so
Naked inside a book filled with scribbles
And stickers, magazine pictures pasted
Next to fortunes from cookies, random quotes,
A hospital bracelet, thrift store price tag,
A magic playing card: the King of Spades,
Stolen from my magician friend, my love,
Thoughts, frustrations, secrets, memories, words,
Mistakes made, dreams yet to be realized,
But with this poem, my journal's complete.

Caren E. Salas

Photo: http://uncomfortablemoments.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-diary.html

Blades

Pelicans gliding 

Like blades across the glassy

Surface of the sea

Caren E. Salas

ONE MORE

One more story to tell

One more kiss or embrace

One more meal we could share

One more look at your face.

One more hand holding moment

One more day in the sun

One more garden to tend

One more chore to be done.

One more mountain to climb

One more sunset to see

One more road to discover

One more evergreen tree.

One more mist trail to travel

One more waterfall drop

One more river to cross

One more bend to the top.

One more ride to enjoy

One more place to explore

One more dream of tomorrow

Filled with more, than "one more".

One more thought to remember:

That your love will endure

Surrounding me always

Until I see you once more.

Caren E. Salas

Jack R. Robinson 4/29/1930 - 12/29/2019