February 23

Daydream Breeze

dVerse, Poetry, The Unique & Sundry, The Unique & Sundry: A Poetry Collection

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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

Daydream Breeze

Kelvin S.M. Naughty Wind
(Inspired by Kelvin S.M.’s Naughty Wind)

The wind carries your jasmine smell
lolling me in a daydream sleep
to a field of tulips and butterflies.
Running and singing
in spring’s breeze we let
our walls and clothing fall.
Bushy plants entangle
our underwear, flags of surrender
waving in the wind.
Under the golden sun
we sip honeysuckle
from our flesh.
Feather soft
our laughter floats
and rests in purple heather seas.

Created and shared with dVerse: POETICS: DOMINANT IMPRESSION IN ARTISTIC DESCRIPTION

This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • I feel all warm and sunny inside, so packed with wonderful words… Honeysuckle … Please come summer 😉

    • Thank you Bjorn;
      I am missing summer too. We have a foot of snow on the ground and more on it way. I miss tulips 🙂
      Thank you for taking the time to read and respond 🙂

  • Your work is new to me Delaina and I love this poem. Started to say ‘I esp like …’ but d’you know what? I love each and every word, line and stanza ~ simply beautiful

    • Thank you Polly;
      Last night the the first time I had visited your blog as well. It is nice to t get to know your voice as well. Cheers!

    • Thank you Henry;
      Kelvin’s art was very inspiring for me. The words just fluttered on to paper. Thanks for your kind words. Cheers!

    • Thank you Kathleen two of my favorite scents and with a foot of snow on the ground I am dreaming of spring. Thank you for reading and commenting!

  • Under the golden sun
    we sip honeysuckle
    off our flesh.

    Amazing lines – just very special – 🙂

  • …truly wonderful offering… like the calming & soothing effect you produced with your words… and i can smell the jasmine in there.. and clearly see the clothing fall & sway… i can hear those laughter well… very engaging and find it perfect for the artwork… thank you…. i enjoyed it… smiles…

  • ha…some nice rhyming in there…bushy plants entangle our underpants…ha…sip honeysuckle off the flesh…now that is def a treat…enjoyable trip through your verse today…

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