February 28

An Offering

dVerse, Free Verse, poems

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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

In all sincerity the following poem is an offering of thanks to Brian Miller, Claudia Schoenfeld, and all of the dVerse pub tenders that have provided our poems a poetic easel to prop up our poems and a sense of belonging.  It is also a thank you to Bjorn Rudberg and all for taking the tap’s helm.

It has been a true gift to have dVerse and the dVersers that frequent this fine virtual space. Thank you all!

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An Offering

A connection
in verse
for the sake of form,
function, or to deform
an archaic gaze
of the could be wrong.

A tap on the shoulder
a nudge to try
throwing voice
to virtual stars.

It all happens here
while straddling wild breaks
and syllabic rhymes.

What at first gaze
appear as images in sound
are much more
renderings given life.

It is #OLN at the dVerse pub tonight and Claudia shakes a mean martini of image and sound. Come join the fun!

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • that connection in verse… and the connection of each sound to make poetry work… so precious…
    it was also the people i found on the internet that pulled me into poetry… i couldn’t do without that connection anymore…
    heartfelt thanks dear lady…smiles

    • Claudia I hope you find the connection you need. Your support and voice has been a great influence on my experience here at the pub. I wish you the best.

  • What a wonderful way to capture the essence of why we come and continue to come back to the poetry pub. I love it and hope for many many more years of this place.

    • Thank you Bjorn! Also thanks for taking the helm so we can continue to thrive in this wonderful space. Cheers!

  • You have captured the essence of what we’ve been serving up these many years – first at One Stop Poetry and then at d’Verse Poets Pub – we have had the joys, thrills, and heartbreaks of becoming a community of poets who have bared their souls and shared their personal lives with those who were part of this talented community. The support and positive reinforcement flows down from the top – we have always been able to depend on reinforcement and hurrahs from Brian and Claudia as they gave us themselves in their own brilliant poetry. Thank you for this response. It is very much appreciated by all of us and by B&C particularly I am sure.

  • This is a great ode not only to Brian and Claudia but also to the poetry blogosphere and the support and attentive ear/eye we find there. Hope to see you again as the helm passes into different hands.

  • Ah, I love the ‘connection in verse’ we all have here at dVerse. Those taps on the shoulder (of encouragement, I think) are appreciated gestures within community, I think. I always enjoy your work!

  • When it comes to meter, feet, counting syllables, & specific rhyme, I generally find myself on the Could-Be-Wrong school of endeavor; yet most of us take a shot, & once out of ten tries hit the FFA/MTB mark, as my departed father-in-law used to say, “Sometimes the old blind sow can find the cabbage.”

  • its rather an ode to poetry itself there in the end…the sound meaning contrcuts and images becoming so much more…life…
    and thank you delaina, sharer of my last name and sister of another mother…ha

  • A wonderful homage to the caretakers of the Pub – loved the lines
    A tap on the shoulder
    a nudge to try
    throwing voice
    to virtual stars.

    • Thank you Kathleen! The encouragement and support that pours out of dVerse does give one the courage to throw their voice to the stars. 🙂

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