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
The Rite of Spring
After listening to The Kansas City Symphony’s performance
A lone bassoon
weaves the air
with youth and surrender
passion and death.
Bows seesaw strings
evoking
flight and fight
forcing
instinct and power to a climax.
You can hear Stravinsky’s girl
in the e-flat clarinet,
piccolos, and flutes.
Proud to be the star.
Yet she is afraid of the thundering
tam-tam, timpani, and bass drum
that call her closer to her fate.
As the dancer submits to death
We hear the tears
and mourning sobs
of the audience
in the piccolo trumpet
and a grave tuba.
After the rapid succession
of innocence lost, we watch
motionless, our breath held
suddenly aware of moments,
intent on our own demise.
This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.
To listen to a really cool version of Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring click Musanin animated video
