September 3

A Resurrection – Poetry and Consciousness

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

Hiya;

This poem came to me the other day. I wrote it and then abandoned it after my inner critic tore it to shreds.

But yesterday the Universe kept poking me with poetry until it made me cry. Yes, literally.

It turns out we can be conscious and unconscious at the same time. My tears and emotions brought this message to me so powerfully I cannot deny it.

I have been tuning into my soul and listening deeper. Yet I have been ignoring my poet voice. Unconsciously, I buried my poetic words and ambitions. I covered them up with imperfections, not-good-enoughs, and heaps of self-loathing for losing my poetic tongue. And yet like a zombie this poem rose up out of my personal burial ground anyway.

I am sharing my experience and the poem for me, for you, for us not because it is a pillar of poetic perfection. I am sharing it because we all have dreams, desires, ambitions we bury deep within us. Refusing them the light of day.

I am sharing all of this because in the chaos of me is perfection and the same is true for you. In the hot mess of our lives, is where the poetry and consciousness breathes and thrives.

In return am asking you for a huge energetic favor. Tune in to your Source of energy and deny nothing. Liberate your light in all the mediums of which you shine and observe the infinite possibilities that come through.

Thank you for being in my life and raising vibrations with me.

In love, light, and sound,
Delaina

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