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
TheFall
The once vibrant with life
The once green, open full to catch the sun
The once high, holding up the sky
Now a golden bronze of slumbering death
The tips are curled as if burned
The windstirs the branches high
The once secured looses hold
A dance of spins and twirls begin
A quick spin slowed to a float
Lift andfall, rock right then left,
Until the fallen comes to rest
lie prone in death, among the rest
Once protector from the sun
Now a blanket for the ground
Even in your death you shelter life
Thank you again. I so appreciate your support.
I love you,
Delaina
Fantastic! Absolutely LOVE IT.
Hello Everyone;
You will probably notice that this is not my usual style, so here is the deal.
I am getting serious about my poetry. I love to write it, it feeds my soul. So I bought a book to help me learn how to write poetry. The book suggests exercises and one exercise was to write a Whitmanesque poem using free verse describe something chaotic. This was my attempt.
How did I do?