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
Creation’s Flow
My eyes scan the face
pressed into the moon.
Death, ice cold and white
but only with the sun’s touch.
Spheres float in gravity’s pull
harnessed by invisible lines.
Parts of the whole we are not cogs
but survivors by will.
It reminds me of my dad’s translucent skin,
pale as mortality sips fire
from his core. Did he plant this flame?
Did mom? Conception lit the wick,
but the big bang came from within.
This universe of words that flow
and tangle in my puppet strings
take the parts and create the whole.
Shared with dVerse Meeting the Bar: CreativityÂ
“My eyes scan the facce pressed into the moon”
wow. just wow.
Thank you Miriam!
it sounds like there is a whole poem waiting in the lines about your father. the life of the spheres is also vivid.
Thank you for reading. Yes in the space there are many words unspoken about my father. Oddly I was thinking the other day about how I have written many poems about my father and very few about my mother. Cheers!
I enjoyed your exploration of the source of creativity and especially your nod to your parents. I am sorry to hear about your father. Nice to meet you and thank you for joining the prompt!
Thank you Anna. I really enjoyed your challenging prompt. I felt I could hardly talk about the source of creativity without bringing my parents into the picture. 😉
Lot’s of strong imagery here. Creativity is a seed planted within us, but it needs to be carefully nurtured if it is to come to fruition. It seems that your parents did a good job …
Thank you Tony;
Yes my parent did a heck of a job, where they could not nurture they inspired 😉 Thanks for reading.
The question of a genetic predisposition toward creativity has been asked and researched for a very long time. And it is a valid one today. I like the way you laid it out there.
Thank you for reading. Yes genetic predisposition will occupy our thoughts for quite awhile I feel. Cheers!
I agree… creativity comes from within… nicely penned, Delaina!
Thank you Laurie. 🙂
Did he plant this flame?
Did mom? Conception lit the wick,
but the big bang came from within…. i like…and who knows exactly where it comes from…yet at some point it’s just there…yes..feels familiar
Thank you Claudia. It was fun to play with ideas of creativity’s source, a kind of chicken or egg question so to speak 🙂
Thanks for reading
This is a really interesting poem, combining all types of creativity. I love how the moon’s description can only be done with the suns touch, what a thought provoking piece. Well done.
Thank you Jennifer 🙂
I really like the universe of words that tangle in my puppet strings…very nice.
Thank you Di and thank you for reading. Cheers!
Haha! A wonderful shift from translucent skin to big bang! k.
Thanks! ant thank you for taking the time to read mine. 🙂
This is a lovely share specially these lines:
pale as mortality sips fire
from his core. Did he plant this flame?
Did mom? Conception lit the wick
Nice to meet you ~
Thank you Grace;
I lost my dad to cancer which does seem to sip the fire out of a soul. And as part of the prompt was to talk about where our inspiration comes from I could hardly leave out my parents 😉
Interesting read with mixed images.
I loved the personal bit about your parents and your birth!
Thank you Sabio 🙂
The last three lines are absolutely stunning. The beginning is amazing as well.
Thank you Gretchen 🙂
we are not cogs
but survivors by will. i like that…and also the nod to your parents planting that flame within you as well…the big bang of the universe of words…ha…nice….
Thank you Brian and thanks for reading. Cheers!