August 10

Daybreak

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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

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What a beautiful day this is.

The sunlight casting a gentle pinkish gray hue over everything. In that soft glow it feels like love.

It’s amazing when you can see love. Don’t you think?

That soft tender glow that nurtures our hearts.

There are so many places where that kind of brilliance can be found. Like a child’s trusting eyes or the touch of a lover as you kiss. But there are other places too. Such as a hello said between strangers. Or the knowing wink shared with the parent of a tantrum throwing kid, that this is just one of the phases of this beautiful life.
In these moments there is a gentle light that fills the space between us. Uniting us in that moment. So human. So powerful. Such a moment of love that even in our vulnerability we are strong.

We are surrounded by the love we create, the love that created us.
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About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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