Hello everyone;
I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1 prompt of "write an optimistic poem"
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.
Is it really such an indignity
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 Sea of Maybe
Maybe my house by the sea
still awaits me. Or perhaps a past life
curse, keeps me from her shores.
Perhaps my plight to light
the English crown with constant sun
caused too many wrongs.
My bloody sins barring me
from my carved nest
in Dover’s pure-white cliffs.
It could go further back
to a Viking youth, pillaging
a coast in search for home.
Ever since, sentenced
to roam with ore in hand
vessel-less, without a shore.
Perchance grandfather Brân
is simply sheltering me from the sea’s rage
while filling my head with her poetry.
Here I am every night, missing the moon
tucking herself in to the ocean
changing the tide’s ebbs and flows.
Landlocked, I depend on dreams
to lull me into slumber
instead of the ocean’s rocking arms.
Or maybe…
my house by the sea
still awaits me.
© Delaina Miller 2012
Shared with dVerse Poets Week 73
Perhaps it does. Mine is for sale. It’s time for me to return to the land locked, the safe. The sea is beautiful but the worries it creates are many. I’m wishing you safe beaches ahead.
Thank you Gay;
The time is not yet right for my beach house. But thank you for the wish of a safe beach when it is right.
I hope you find your land locked haven.
Cheers!
oh i’m so sure that the house by the sea still awaits you…smiles..there’s so much magic in the ocean…
Thank you Claudia!
I am sure that it does. 🙂
I like that the first and last lines locks together ~ I hope it does~
Lovely images of sea rage and image of the moon ~
Nice to meet you ~
Thank you Grace;
I appreciate your thoughts and support.
Cheers!
how much i enjoyed this!
the longing, so palpable here… i pictured a gray autumn day, the sea wild and you huddled in a thick sweater, heading inside after a walk on the beach.
loved the imagery here… wonderfully done.
Thank you Miriam;
I love your vision of a gray autumn day at the sea and cozy sweater.
Cheers!
cool piece, love the landlocked stanza, so cool notion about dreams lulling you into sleep. Very cool
Thank you Fred. I appreciate your opinion and the your time.
Cheers!
It really is good that we have dreams that can bring us whatever it is we need or want them too. I enjoyed your poem, Delaina. And a house by the sea would definitly be a good thing!
Mary you are so right, it is good we have dreams to bring us our needs and desires. Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
Cheers!
ahhhh, that house by the sea. It awaits us all. ;-P
ah, after living by the ocean for several years i am landlocked myself…i miss being able to hear her…and i hope it just waits for you…smiles.
🙂 Thank you Brian me too.
Wow, girl. SO well presented. Whether metaphoric or real, the feel is tangible. I often wonder if wrongs, sins, or something hinders me from some goals. I am glad I got to meet your voice. Very excellente!
Thank you Henry!
I hope we are able right our wrongs then so we are no longer hindered. 🙂