Reality’s Edges

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

Descending the clouds
I skim across the edges of you
of me, of an eternity that cannot be seen.
We lie together in Gravity’s embrace
held comfortably in place.

A display of moons turning planets
and planets spinning the sun
weaving the golden threads of the Milky Way
draping the galaxy in splendor.

A soul’s boundary stretches
across oceans and time, far
beyond tangible senses
to a drawn actuality. It is here

descending the clouds
I skim across the edges of you
of me, of an eternity that cannot be seen.
We lie together in Gravity’s embrace
held comfortably in place.