April 6

National Poetry Month – Roots

#aprpad, Art, ekphrastic poems, Nature, PAD 2016, poems, Poetry, She Too: Four Voices in (Almost) Harmony, The Unique & Sundry, The Unique & Sundry: A Poetry Collection

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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

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National Poetry Month – Roots

National Poetry Month means there are a bevy of poetry challenges and prompts to write a poem a day from.

If you have been following me for a while you know that the anthology She Too: Four Voices in (Almost) Harmony’s conception came from the Writer’s Digest – Poem A Day challenge of 2014.

Last year I did the same challenge during the month of April and many of those poems as well as poems I wrote during International Poetry Month (October 2014) are now published in The Unique & Sundry.

Needless to say these poetry challenges have proven profitable to say the least. Plus these challenges are a lot of fun. My poetic muse enjoys the tripping the ‘word’ fantastic with these challenges.

This year I am having even more fun with the challenges….

Instead of staying loyal to just one challenger be it Writer’s Digest, #NaPoWriMo, or Found Poetry Review, I am following all three challenges. Now that is not to say that I am writing three poems a day, rather I am looking at all three and letting my muse choose the one write for. In fact Monday (April 4th), I felt inspired to use #MondayMotivation as my prompt instead.

It was been great fun so far.

Today’s poem came from The Writer’s Digest Challenge — #aprpad. The challenge was to write an ekphrastic poem. You know I could not pass that up. Robert Lee Brewer said we could choose our favorite work of art or use one of the three he gave us. The choices were Michelangelo’s – First Painting; Frida Kahlo’s “Roots;” and Alfons Mucha’s “Age of Love.” I of course needed to look no further with Kahlo as part of the mix. So here is my contribution….
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Frida Kahlo “Roots” courtesy of Writer’s Digest post
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Tied to land
bound to soil
the hope to grow
to sprout
to rise above
what we were yesterday
planting ourselves in tomorrow
with promises of fruit
from labors — or soul
before we return back to seed.

This poem was written for the #aprpad challenge and is subject to change as it has not undergone brutal editing as of yet. 😉

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About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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