August 13

Night Rolls Over

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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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There is something about waking up before the sun fills the sky with light. I love this time of day. There is peace in the day just before dawn, that resonates deeply for me. Expectations are at their height because in the darkness vision comes more from within.

The evening singers are finishing their song. The early morning singers are in the background warming up to their daily chorus. The sounds come together in harmony as night rolls over to day.

As I write, the light is starting to fill the sky. The crickets tire and the wrens take over. We are off to the farmer’s market, where we will collect corn and tomatoes for substance, just as we gathered the peace of the morning to sustain our spirits.

Night Rolls Over

Dawn crosses the horizon
fresh in colors of it’s own
oranges and yellows meet at the horizon
and press through midnight blue.
The day begins
night chirrups fade in the background
morning singers take the baton
the medley torch is passed.

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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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