October 13

Breakin’ Norm

31p31d, Free Verse

2  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 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

Day 13 (Break from your standard writing process)

feetdirections

Breakin’ Norm

Dive right in
don’t meditate
The room too loud
don’t hesitate
The phone is ringing
everyone on tenterhooks.
Rumor’s fly with broomstick swipes
What’s that they say – must be a lie.
A list of complaints:
computers suck
my kid is sick
it’s all to much
it’s all unfair
I’ve had it here.
There is always someone else
to blame.
Too much to swallow
for one more day.
I’m breakin’ outta here.

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

You may also like

Not Dead Yet Me

Not Dead Yet Me

His Blue Eyed Gal

His Blue Eyed Gal

Poetry and Dementia

Poetry and Dementia
{"email":"Email address invalid","url":"Website address invalid","required":"Required field missing"}

Subscribe to my newsletter "Vibrations"!

>