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
Not Forgotten
Today is your Birthday
and you
are not forgotten
between: cups of tea,
the blank spaces of a grocery list,
the pauses of chatter during a haircut,
and lulls amid the hustle of clients.
Through a cold has me weak
and my hours packed
you
are not forgotten.
Your absence
loud like a dripping faucet
on a hollow pan.
Your absence
is the roar in my head
every moment
my mind turns blank.
Your absence
is the noise in the canyon
that echoes long after breath
has run out.
For my brother Jer on the anniversary of his birth.
You said it well, life goes on here for us, the pain is still here for us, not forgotten or ever will be. Happy Day was your Birth, Jer, and remember you are loved here, by all of us.
Thank you Mom. It was important for me so say something and not let the day pass without celebrating his life, the life you gave him.
Thank you for teaching me/us how to be strong. I love you.