Washing in Gratitude

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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A gentle lift
and the water flows
crystal pure
capturing light and colors
to reflect them back
for any eye to perceive.

The soap lather —
citrus bright
carries the senses
to a land of
orange trees
and honeysuckle.

Hands move together
coaxing a prayer from flesh
for faucet engineers
flowers and bees
for the company and employees
making soap to keep me clean.

Praise for the persistence
of sunlight, tides,
streams and underground springs
that flow their glistening wealth
over my hands and body
in their particular ways.

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