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 20 (Negative to positive)
From the Storm Cellar
Hard and fast the winds came
like a freight train
windows rattle
house quivers
shingle after shingle
pull at their tar laden nails
and spiral like swallows
into a sick green sky.
The wind’s roar drums at the ears
every hair on the body comes to attention
skin crawls across bones.
Just as quickly as it came
it is gone.
Pots tipped over
the swing set twisted on its side
that’s all.
Children’s cries come to a rest
in their parent’s grateful arms
under a calm blue sky.
