April 21

PAD 2014 – Family Quilt

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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

Day 20

Today’s prompt was to write a family poem.
Usually when I write poetry about my family it is about one member at a time. But I really wanted to write about the wholeness of family and in a universal way that many can identify with. I hope you enjoy this one and can feel the love I have for my own family.

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Family Quilt

A constant
refreshing
tender
loud roar
of dysfunction
that functions.

Death
rips out seams
a calico quilt
left in tatters.

Marriages,
children,
grandchildren
nieces and nephews
patch the holes
to keep bitter cold
from settling in our hearts.

Heartaches
and triumphs together;
a golden tread
to stitch, strengthen
and bind our lives
into a definable whole

we call family.

To read more family poems visit Poetic Asides.

About the author

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


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Really says it like it is, and I too like the “dysfunction, that functions part of the very well written and amazing poem. Thanks for sharing your talent!!

    • Thanks Mom! Our conversation yesterday inspired this one. I love the way we have continue to patch and grown as a family.

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