August 14

Oblivious

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

Oblivious


Today I feel
the tilt of the earth
sloping down just a bit
to the left and center.

I wonder what it all means
to walk lopsided all day
in our downtrodden world
browbeating others.

My heart wants to float
just above the skew
not away from them
but not so near.

Their sights only on heaven
they cannot hear the cries
of the needy they ignore
to praise their God.

Though their God is
among them, is them, they
lock their sights on the sky
and worship perfection.

Oblivious.

The weight of gravity
keeps us all secured
to an earth they dismiss
because of its imperfections.

They fear association
with the unsatisfactory
not wanting to be seen
in the same harsh light they cast.

They search the stars
for a brilliance they can
surround themselves
without understanding the light.

Not realizing they taint the light
with the touch of their judgment.
They alter existence not with divine
power but through human fumbles.

Together we stand upon
our tilted earth
sloped and tottering through
the gravity of our existence.

Oblivious.

© 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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