February 5

I Have a Dream too

dVerse, 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

I Have a Dream too

Ole Glory a banner in the wind
tethered to a pole for all to see
the majesty of its symbols and unity.
I bleed red like the stripes,
I am true to the blue,
and I set my hopes in the stars

that I will know freedom like you.

I have a dream too…

love’s full rights to citizenship
right here in the USA.

That my vows of commitment carry
the same weight in law
as my fellow citizen’s rights do.
My love is pure as the white bands,
my perseverance as deep blue,
and my devotion is just as divine as the stars

that so proudly shimmer on our flag.

I have a dream too…

that our children are free
to love their heart’s mate.

That many generations will touch life with full hearts
their own love fulfilled without unjust fear
to their own citizenship.
Their valor as valuable as the blood spilt for freedom.
Their worth no longer dangling fringe on
their horizons in pursuit of justice for love

that so proudly we herald through our flag’s glory.

I have a dream too…

that love triumphs
over hate.

Shared for dVerse Open Link Night week #82

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • I like this poem. The language chosen and the images presented are those that I (didn’t realize until I read this) associate with rhetoric used in politically conservative propaganda for a subject that the propaganda woud label as subversive. And then I found the co-opting (or more appropriately the reclaiming) of the language for this topic delightfully subversive…especially, when there is nothing subversive in this poem at all! It’s a lovely poem about equality, and it blew my mind. This post was so much fun to read and think about! I just hope that my comments are coherent enough to express that.

    • Hello Heidi;

      Thanks for reading. I was hoping that by using the flag I was moving away from the divisions. It is good to hear that you like it thank you.

  • I bleed red like the stripes,
    I am true to the blue,
    and I set my hopes in the stars

    that I will know freedom like you.

    nice i like the way that rolls out and nice allusions to the flag…and i like your thoughts of freedoms as well…out children to love their mates…for sure…

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