May 10

The Soil of Ancestors

Poetry

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When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else. 

For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey. 

Here are two of my most recent poems:

a cardinal rests
it’s frozen reflection
~ encapsulated
your colorful life stilled
in a lake of memories

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.

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Hands tilling soil
preparing seeds
planting dreams
in gardens north
east
south
west
and back again.

It’s hard for roots in
ash and sand
to dwell for long
or take a stand
Hands never yield
with ideas to be held.
A move here
a move there

so much to see.
A plot of land
no longer a simple dream.
Dirt under fingernails
in grooves in skin
life lines set deep in our palms
it’s the point
where all things meet.

This is a poem I am working on. It was inspired by Bjorn and the dVerse Soil Poetics prompt.

©2107 Delaina J Miller
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Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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