October 29

Gifts

31p31d, Free Verse, love poems, poems, Poetry

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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

Oct 29th (Write the final line of your poem first, then figure out a way to get there.)

Marshmallow Shooter

Gifts

Laughter filled the backyard
spilling over the fences
invading the neighbors yards.
No one cared,
it had been years
since dad had passed
even more since
we laughed as a family
like that — maybe
we were forgetting how.

A simple handmade Christmas gift
started the commotion.
Pieces of 1/2 inch PVC pipe
cut to specific lengths
some tee’s, elbows, and caps
and eighteen marshmallow shooters are born.
One per person
and a bag of marshmallows
load and blow.
No matter our age we were all kids
caught in a moment.

Phaa…
Gotcha!
Ahaa…
Missed me!
Phaa…
Ahaa…
… in the face
Phaa…
Take That!
Ahaa…
… stuck in the hair
Phaa..

Some shielded themselves
with garbage can lids
others just ran
chaos and bliss
therapy to bring some cheer.
Memories
eyes bright and sly grins
laughter pushing up a dark sky
the littered desert ground gave
new meaning to a “White Christmas.”

 

Now you can even watch the video:

 

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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