April 9

Secrets Held in the Sand – National Poetry Month

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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

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Secrets Held in the Sand – National Poetry Month

Today’s prompt was offered by chance. A friend posted on Facebook a picture which just happened to prompt this poem. This is not the same picture by the way but it was close.

I hope it helps you relax.
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Toes sink in and curl of their own accord.
Exfoliation underway
stress and tension leach from heels
filtered by this porous shore
under palm tree pinwheels.
The body absorbs water’s salty salve
while the gulls perform a ballet.
Secrets held in the sand
are whispered to the quiet lying in this wonderland.

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Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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