June 27

Nature’s Cadence

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

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What do you suppose a flower thinks
of the inquisitive butterfly or bee?

What do you suppose a flower hears
it’s head bobbing in the wind?

What do you suppose a flower sees
in the photographer’s macro lens?

And for that matter

would the flower trouble itself
over opinions of you or me?

When the beauty of a flower
is simply to be.

©2017 Delaina J. Miller
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Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

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  • Beauty is in and beyond the eye of the beholder. It is simply to be. Truly perceptive conclusion, Delaina, one that packs a punch with poetic euphoria!

    Poetics aside, it’s a tremendously thought-provoking topic: Is the flower aware of its beauty? Without the lens and opinions, what defines beauty from non-beauty? What if our culture and history were always revolted by flowers the way we do with cockroaches? (Is beauty intrinsic?) Why does beauty matter?

    While it doesn’t make sense the other way (only if I were some hardcore postmodernist thinker, which I am not), neither can I stop the questions from popping up … unless I put my mind into simply adoring the flower, the poem … and the beauty in them all.

    • Thank you for reading and leaving such a great comment Colin.

      Yes I was using the flower as a metaphor for to encourage and simpler and kinder perspective of ourselves and other.

      Cheers!

  • This is so wonderful. I love the idea of nature teaching us to just be and not to be concerned with what other people think.

  • I think that flowers care so much less about us… and rightly so. Maybe we should listen to the flower though

  • Secure in the fact that it’s lovely and adored, I’m sure the flower worries about little. Lovely words!

    • Thank you Bev. Yes worrying less and judging less were the main thoughts behind the poem.

      Thanks for commenting and reading.

  • I suppose the flower is looking forward to the butterfly and bee, but those other things might not matter as much. Simply to be is also a delight.

  • Beautiful! We can learn a lot from nature. Thanks for the beautiful poem.

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