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 26 (paragraph form and then change it into a free verse poem)
Push & Pull
The a push to be
the woman you wanted of me
was the tide pulling me away.
I prayed under a white moon
now I dance in its light.
Our pacifiers have changed.
Young tears on a flower pillow case
became buckets of teenage angst.
Now tears come
more from happiness
than pain. Our faith
remains strong
but the more you cling
to yours the harder I run.
The solace you seek, is not mine.
The apocalypse you push
to the shore
is not the knowledge I pull
from the sand
while combing for trinkets
and signs of compassion.
Light looks different from both sides
as we pacify our selves.
