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
Creating Change, One Cocktail Party at a Time
(In honor of Steve Metzler)
Some call it charitable
a few, call it my work.
It’s never done
a real grassroots,
ground up, hands busy
kind of thing. Like a cocktail party
raising funds and awareness.
How do we move on from here?
We take the stage and elevate
We sing our songs
we write our poems
we live our human art with all we’ve got
and honor him.
It is as simple as a smile,
a quarter left in an Aldi’s cart
and tying our coffers to the strings
that open our hearts.
Thank you Steve Metzler for all you have done for Kansas City and the diverse communities that call it home. Your legacy lives on.
