December 3

On the Shorelines of Souls

Poetry

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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

Thinking of you Dad…

On the Shorelines of Souls

Birth brings new chance and possibilities;
a phoenix rising from ashes.

Human experience is the amber
evolved from our volcanic plumes.

From our core – the soul’s tectonic plates, pushing
us to mountains heights, dropping us to valley lows.

In death’s atmosphere, we fossilize; laminated
impressions on the souls we leave behind.

Fossils of souls embossed on humanity’s landscape
proof of the existence of life and love.

On mortality’s shore, waves churn our souls
into portable pebbles for hearts to carry.

From the shores of existence we are
a phoenix rising from ashes.

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Strange, I’ve always thought of myself as this bird too. Both as a phoenix and a white dove. We are always being knocked down and having to rise up again, aren’t we?
    I love this.

    • Thank you! Love the phoenix and they many ways to look at re-birth. There are so many meanings that can be attached to a phoenix rising from the ashes. Your reading of being knocked down and rising up again add to my thoughts of reincarnation and redefined.
      Thanks for reading.
      Cheers!

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