February 8
dVerse, Free Verse, Photos, Poetry
27 comments
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 indignitythat 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 Winter Sketch
Grey white sky held
above the twig fingers
of windblown oaks.
A downy swings
on a suet cage
while her mate chirps
at the dogwood’s tip.
Tree, bird, and me
dream of Spring.
Written for dVerse Poetics-Sketchbook
Delaina J Miller
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Beautiful work. I adore the suet cage.
Lovely poem!
Thank you Ayala. Yours is brilliant!
Short but sweet and very descriptive of the longing for warmer days.
Thank you Hanna!
Very clear and immediate; I love it.
Thank you for stopping by and reading Rosemary. Cheers!
such a pretty poem, and I love the picture … it’s like the trees are reaching out to each other … beautiful 🙂
Thank you Loredana;
I am very lucky to have three majestic oaks in the front and side yard. They bring me a lot of poetic inspiration.
I have that kind of sky & trees too ~ Yes, dreaming of spring too ~
Cheers Grace!
To sharing the same sky and the dream of spring.
Hey, I dream of the spring, too~
Ah spring…
Thanks for reading Laurie.
I can’t complain about the cold as we are having quite a mild winter but I still dream of spring. I can now hear birds in the morning but the days still feel dark and monotonous.
It has been a cold and mostly dry winter though once the snow started it has settled in to stay. Thank you for reading. 🙂
Very lovely and serne scene you painted. >KB
Cheers, thanks for reading.
Those bare twigs against the grey sky… beutiful in its starkness.. still we dream of spring (of course).. here it’s not even winter….
Yes Björn you are right beautiful in it starkness. Thanks for reading.
I like this dream of spring! I have been dreaming spring for a while now, but so far the snow has not listened. I can hardly wait to hear chirping birds again…sounds heavenly to me.
Oh Mary me too, I love the chirps of birds they remind me that I am a part of something grand. Thanks for reading.
loved the poem and the photo – and I am dreaming of spring too! K
Thank you Kathleen!
ah see that is a dream i could get into…smiles. it will be here soon…in the mean time i will enjoy the beauty of the skeletal finger trees…and the stark white sky
Spring and fall are my favorite seasons I admit but I can see winter’s beauty. Thanks for reading 🙂
ah i dream of spring as well… i love how you added the bird song to the sketch… works well…
Thanks Claudia;
I love the Downy Woodpeckers, they lighten the winter gloom. They seem to be thanking us for the suet cakes and but a smile on my freezing face. 🙂