January 24

Creations’s Flow

dVerse, Poetry

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When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else. 

For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey. 

Here are two of my most recent poems:

a cardinal rests
it’s frozen reflection
~ encapsulated
your colorful life stilled
in a lake of memories

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.

bigmoon

Creation’s Flow

My eyes scan the face
pressed into the moon.
Death, ice cold and white
but only with the sun’s touch.
Spheres float in gravity’s pull
harnessed by invisible lines.
Parts of the whole we are not cogs
but survivors by will.

It reminds me of my dad’s translucent skin,
pale as mortality sips fire
from his core. Did he plant this flame?
Did mom? Conception lit the wick,
but the big bang came from within.
This universe of words that flow
and tangle in my puppet strings
take the parts and create the whole.

Shared with dVerse Meeting the Bar: Creativity 

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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    • Thank you for reading. Yes in the space there are many words unspoken about my father. Oddly I was thinking the other day about how I have written many poems about my father and very few about my mother. Cheers!

  • I enjoyed your exploration of the source of creativity and especially your nod to your parents. I am sorry to hear about your father. Nice to meet you and thank you for joining the prompt!

    • Thank you Anna. I really enjoyed your challenging prompt. I felt I could hardly talk about the source of creativity without bringing my parents into the picture. 😉

  • Lot’s of strong imagery here. Creativity is a seed planted within us, but it needs to be carefully nurtured if it is to come to fruition. It seems that your parents did a good job …

    • Thank you Tony;
      Yes my parent did a heck of a job, where they could not nurture they inspired 😉 Thanks for reading.

  • The question of a genetic predisposition toward creativity has been asked and researched for a very long time. And it is a valid one today. I like the way you laid it out there.

  • Did he plant this flame?
    Did mom? Conception lit the wick,
    but the big bang came from within…. i like…and who knows exactly where it comes from…yet at some point it’s just there…yes..feels familiar

    • Thank you Claudia. It was fun to play with ideas of creativity’s source, a kind of chicken or egg question so to speak 🙂
      Thanks for reading

  • This is a lovely share specially these lines:

    pale as mortality sips fire
    from his core. Did he plant this flame?
    Did mom? Conception lit the wick

    Nice to meet you ~

    • Thank you Grace;

      I lost my dad to cancer which does seem to sip the fire out of a soul. And as part of the prompt was to talk about where our inspiration comes from I could hardly leave out my parents 😉

  • we are not cogs
    but survivors by will. i like that…and also the nod to your parents planting that flame within you as well…the big bang of the universe of words…ha…nice….

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