Hello everyone;
I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Not Dead Yet, Me
Is it really such a tragedy
that my sentences are raggedy
words tread together by similarity?
The conversation is still defiantly
expressions of me.
Is it really such a travesty
that I wander aimlessly?
When I can travel through time so easily
…our life history
…a life lived outrageously.
Is it really such a disparity
that I have forgotten the melody
of your name? Still there’s some clarity….
I know the feelings of family
and passions intensity.
that something once familiar is now a novelty.
Or that simple tasks escape me.
I still dance to life’s jamboree
and sing majestically.
Is it really such a finality
even as I become more absentee?
There is plenty of life in my legacy.
Don’t bother writing my eulogy,
when there’s still time to create a memory.
©2024 Delaina Miller
A Dawn Of A Year
The passing of one year
to the dawn of
another.
A dance of time
letting go of one and seizing
the other.
Before the clock declares
a new day, a new year
an instance.
We’re dancing on the verge of time,
under the symbolic moon
before the break of day.
Caressing, embracing,
celebrating the opening of
another.
The tick the tock
the to the fro
Breath held in libo.
Then the chimes of time
the cheers of glee,
that we all lived to see the passage.
There you will be
in my arms for the first kiss
of a new genesis.
The breath of one
combined into
another.
A Dawn of a Year by delainamiller
