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 10 (Breaking away from the prompt again)
Dreams
In the tiny hours
sleep’s lost rhythm is what I seek.
some kind of beat
a tick to match her tock
Her inhalations mirrored
I wait to conceive the world
behind eyelid curtains.
The breath of the sleeping too deep
to be matched by a mind so awake.
Words gnaw without clarity.
Now at the computer thoughts drift back
to her warm body under cool sheets
the curve of her spine
as it arches into her hips.
Her shoulders kissed by moonlight.
The charge her skin gives
so freely to my current.
My eyes close heavy with want
to watch her sleep,
or feel the push and pull of her breath
warm on my neck, as we lie together
on sheets full with lavender’s scent.
