From Nothing

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 19 (Write a poem that has a variable line length rather than a set meter. Use either enjammed or endstopped lines.)

An onion is layers
upon layers
layered. Peel back
one to find it overlaps
another. She loves me
she loves me not
she loves me. One layer
pulled and stretched
followed by another arched
away from center. Until
the last of the thin delicate shell
is gone. All that’s left to hold
like salty tears, is discovery
that out of nothing
something came to be.