August 26

A Portrait Left Behind

Free Verse, love poems, poems, Poetry, Poetry & Musings

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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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Today I found out my uncle passed. I remember him being gentle and kind voiced.

Death has a way of reminding us of time and to live during that time. Of course I spent some time thinking about my own vulnerability and the vulnerability of the people I care about. But I also thought about on the things we create while we here breathing.

A Portrait Left Behind

I am here breathing.
Taking turns, sunshine and clouds
shade and warm my skin.
In their mesmerizing dance
my thoughts twirl
inward. Then out.
About life. A life. Saying goodbye.

We dance in our dazzling light
creating a self portrait
with the art of our creations,
the music of our soul,
and the depth of our love.
We leave behind the parts
we most want to share.

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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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