I Love You

Day 11 (Write a poem in the first person that makes a definitive statement. Stand behind something you believe or tell a bold lie. Either way, embrace what you have to say.)


I Love You

The way you gather sunbeams
in oceans and wheat.

Your wrinkles dug by rivers of time
You dye your hair when the seasons change.

You let the moon rest
among valleys and peaks.

Your skin foraged
to fed my greed

Plowed, mined, fracked, and bombed
yet you give your abundant gifts

while I only ask for more.

Streams fill my belly
sunsets my soul

My tread so heavy, you probably don’t know
I confess my love every night under your blanket of stars.

Acts of Kindness

Day 7 – Write a List Poem


©Delaina J. Miller 2014

Acts of Kindness

The fare-less ride home when everything else has gone wrong.
The lift to school for the classmate that lives close by.
The carseat for a child instead of a ticket for mom.
The hug given to the husband who’s wife has just passed.
The long version told to amuse her lonely heart.
The gentle smile and a tissue for the child scared at front of the store.
The meal delivered without any strings.
The hand reaching out when you’ve slipped in the mud.
The benefit of doubt though he looks out of place.
The second chance when pockets turn out full.
The alliance of a friend until the bully walks away.
The compromise found where both parties win.
The peace treaty real without troops and bombs deployed.
The show of love though difference is clear.

Disembark Yesterday

Day 6 prompt was to meditate and write. Below is the result.


Disembark Yesterday

Rattle the foundation of faith
blind of other designs too long.

Pound at the shackles
that have left flesh raw.

Take a running leap
off decrepit stairs
land face to the sky
arms ready to receive.

Unmask the face of strength
find it is your own.


Birthday Cake

Day 5 (Write a persona poem)

birthday cake

Birthday Cake

The lady at the school
keeps asking
what kind of cake I want.
I know it is a lie
no one cares.
I tell her nothing.
Adults say
“‘non-verbal’ that one”.
But I jus’ got noth’n to say.
Words cause problems
don’cha know.
You open your mouth
and let them tumble out
next thing you know
you’re chew’n and spew’n on a bar
or that punk that sleeps with ma
plants one in the gut
when no ones sees.
Nah it’s smart just ta keep the trap shut.

It’s not like he’s my dad.
Nah he left us long ago.
Ma says I look just like him
says I be just lik’em too
guess it’s settled then.
When I was a kid,
I though he was a Superhero
but I’m seven Monday
I know there’s no such thing
it’s just movies. And Santa Claus too
just another lie.
Who starts these things?
Man it’s not like I’m some baby
like my sister. I’m seven ya know.

Here she is again, the lady at the school,
She keeps talking to me, why
she can’t let me be
no one’s bought me a cake before
why would they now?
Maybe she believes that Santa Claus
and Superheroes are real.
Ha! Just you wait’n see
come Monday
there be no birthday cake for me.


{This kid will get a birthday cake. Kristin and I made sure of it. It is a local thing and one we are passionate about. I hope you find ways to be a superhero in your community too.}

River Market Saturdays

Day 4 (write in a new place)


River Market Saturdays

Before the sun rises
produce heavy trucks descend
dues paid for the space
banked on first row ambitions.
Tables groan with the burden
heirloom tomatoes,
pumpkins tiny and small,
careful — don’t to trip over the large ones
placed precariously near your feet.
Buy a baseball bat shaped zucchini
that hid in the patch, it’s perfect for bread.

The sweet scent of kettle corn teases
ideas of breakfast and the inner child begs.
Sprigs of lavender hang from a corner stall
the bouquet draws the passerby.
Chatter distorted by space
buyers lean in to negotiate.

A heavy chill rushes clothes too thin
leafs only starting to turn.
A saxophone pleads a blue-jazz tune
that does not fit with dawn but sounds
of love, of home, of each one of us
that walk this treasured market
in the early light of fall.


I’m playing catch up now.
Day 3 of 31p31d (Prompt: pick a trending story and write about it, or just write about trends in general.)


Tickers read of actors
that will work nude for a price;
the famous have babies;
Republicans are people too;
and a baseball underdog
is on a winning streak.

Within the ebola outbreaks
Hong Kong’s unrest
and the anguish
that did not make the day’s list.
It seems what’s really trending
is un-tweeted, un-liked,
undying — hope.