Religion Is Politics

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

Day 24 (Include a verb in every line of your poem.)

(Inspired by the Kansas City Repertory’s production of The Who & The What)

Go ahead pretend
it is not true.
A great but human life twisted
to mold a fable
a thin veil dropped
to arouse
or even extinguish passion
now disguises oppression.
Go ahead believe
this has nothing
to do with you.
Despite it all
the truth lies
hidden in our sacred texts.