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
Found Letter
Found one letter un-addressed. I wrote to myself over a decade ago.
Life instructions scribbled on a scrap of journal paper. Written by the timid
looking for the soul’s purpose. Emotions filled my eyes as I read the eagerness
of my own voice. The plea, to share my emotions since I carry my heart
on a sleeve. “Your job is to feel and express life on the blank pages ahead of you.”
Winter sun magnifies heat through open windows. It could be that the best advice I ever gave,
was the guidance I just received.
Shared with Mindful Writing Challenge 2013
