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
International Women’s Day 2012
We dance on the ocean’s shores
celebrating the birth of the moon.
Unwavering from the darkness
we create change that enlightens.
With strength beyond continental coasts
or landlocked borders
striving for freedoms
we create new life on our terms.
Many of us full of a passion for existence
that transcends the power of just one life,
pushing for our rights,
we create a larger world.
Empowered, we evolve
beyond external limitations.
Forming global communities
we create bedrocks for societies.
We stand united in gender yet
mixed in our definitions
yearning to hear our voices
we create our own lives.
Many times we cultivate the world
we shelter the weak while
aching for our own haven,
we create our worldly dreams.
We are women
diverse in everything.
Labeled as one.
Today is our recognition day!
