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
Crossing Lines
(Inspired by the Kansas City Repertory Theatre’s HAIR: Retrospection)
Minds set in metronome fashion that tick
off our tock.
Balance dangles in a web of resistance and clash.
Defining humanity
in skin tones and genitals
scar tissue thick
across the muscles of society.
Hey Doc with your reality repellent drugs
we are in battle with our surroundings.
War beaches on our shorelines
over oceans and picket lines.
Spoon fed fears, our souls are dying
in someone’s fascination of war.
Nothing left to do but shout
Peace!
Love!
From this bloody sea
where we paddle like dogs.
