July 24

Measuring Up

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

 

Measuring Up

You stand in line for a school bus
a bag on you back almost as tall as you.
A little fish in big pond
eager to learn to swim.

As the ocean waits, you learn
to cross your “t’s” and dot your “i’s”
and stay in between the lines.

Right now you understand, very little,
of you or of I, and of our place
in this large world
you stand on the cusp of.

Shoulders back, you are on
the brink of understanding
that you must measure up…

to your peers, to your society,
to your world of which
you understand so little.

Bagged on your back
you tote
the weight of the world.

As you wait to board the bus that takes you
to learn to cross your “t’s” and dot your “i’s”
and stay within the lines.

The world waits, with baited breath,
as defined knowledge filters through –
the person you
have already become.

Standing as a group, we wait
while your questions of wonder
are answered with
our predetermined truths.

We, forgetting it is us
that must measure up…
to your expectations
of what the world could mean.

The possibilities of us
are determined by you
and the heights of which
you set the bar.

In the end how you choose to
cross your “t’s” and dot your “i’s”
while staying within the lines that you draw,

will determine
how we measure up
as students of
our own humanity.

©Delaina Miller 2012

 

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Thanks it is awesome, but I was supposed to do all my crying yesterday.

    • I am glad you liked the poem. I am sorry it made you cry again. The picture just really touched me and my soul would not let the greatness of the event pass wordlessly.

      I love you and the kid 😉 ,
      Delaina

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