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
An Introvert’sTango
A danceof lovers and of foe
In theend only emotion knows
Face toface we are neither
Theembrace encircles our soul
Our tangois more of the Queer
Neitherone wants to lead…
Nor to follow,
Hence thedance of soul begins unclear
Our wordslead, our actions follow
Thecurrent slow like our undertones
The actionquick with uncertainty
This is…an introvert’s tango
One andthen another arrastre
Pushingor guiding, not sure who’s has the lead
Our soulsmove first
Theirfoundations follow as in poetry
Our heart’sgain awareness in our stance
our fears,wares and of tears bygone…
And howthey caused the soul to bend
The soul healsin the art of dance
The leadand follow
Isneither control or Queer
The pushand pull
Isneither forced or malo
Just an introvert’stango
