Gifts Found In Life

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

(Another poem for Judy, one I think she would have liked)

Life in all its splendor

puts our hearts in a blender

mixing our souls

so that we can find wonder.

To have lived and seen it all

is a gift in and of itself. Yet

life’s gift is so much more.

It is the song of Cactus Wren,

the sun’s rebirth and its

lightshow as it sets.

It is a resurgence of life seen

in a flower’s springtime bloom.

Or the of the grief of an Autumn

leaf that becomes a winter home.

All of this, a gift

given because we live.

We come into living,

one by one, creating a paradise

through the gifts we bring –

our light, our laughter our love.

We share in life as we love,

and love some more.

When storms roll in we see

beauty in what they bring

and what they leave behind.

We marvel in their power

and ponder how we relate.

A chance to live,

to breath,

to love.

To cherish all that life offers

in all its various forms. Us knowing

too soon the autumn leaf will shelter,

us as we rest, to bloom again

…inside the hearts of those that loved

us for the gifts our life brought them.

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

Delaina J Miller

Not Dead Yet Me

His Blue Eyed Gal

Poetry and Dementia

Another beautiful poem. I feel so much of your life, spirit and emotion as I read these. You have an amazing gift.

Love,
Golda

Delaina says:

February 6, 2012 at 10:40

Thank you Golda;

You are so wonderful. I am glad to hear that so much of me came through these poems. Thank you for your kind words, support, and love.
Love,
Delaina

Gifts Found In Life